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I pulled the rope from the spaghetti. I couldn’t eat the spaghetti anymore, but otherwise, I had everything I needed: rope, pieces of cloth, and a paper with detailed instructions.
She opened the case. There it was, the blood-stained knife, intact. A beautiful black hilt held a small, curved blade. The upper edge was bloodied, and the whole body was lain with dust.