Fleur preferred the softness of the evening light. Most people had returned home after work and were enjoying their evening meal. Soft light and few people about was exactly what Fleur liked and wanted. But today she decided to make an exception to her routine. She left the house on this dull day with busy streets buzzing with people.
It was a mistake. Fleur just couldn’t get in the mood. There were too many people about. Too much noise. Too harsh a daylight. She returned home. She put the knife away. It was the first time in nine days she hadn’t haphazardly murdered a passerby.
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