His suit was made of shadow and blacker than night. His tie was made of the blood of the dead. His face was impossible to look at.
When he entered town, everyone there found their excuses, and they left.
There was a strange, low sound as he followed them. It was almost like he was humming to himself.
And the shadows and the light and the blood that were him enveloped them with outstretched arms.
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