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The date

Kicking leaves across a winter street
Scarf wrapped tightly round
Trees reach high toward the sky
Like a dead hand from the ground

Fog rolls in on mystic wind
That briskly burns my face
The clock strikes high my time is nigh
So I quickly quicken pace

I trod alone on cobbled stones
With gaslight dappled views
My time is growing short
To follow my newest clue

I reached my destination
And to my dismay was late
All the expectation dissipated
When I couldn't meet my date

The next day was frantic
It was spread all across the front page
Jack the ripper strikes again
And viciously spreads his rage

Written by Kaden_Malis (Kaden Malis)
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Author's Note
Story about a detective who plans to catch Jack the ripper.
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