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He was known as the candle maker.
Every night, he would melt a little more wax, shaping delicate lights for the world.
People believed he brought hope — until they realized his candles never lasted long.Each flame that burned bright soon faded into darkness.
He didn’t mind. The more darkness there was, the more people needed his light.
And so, with every sale, the shadows grew deeper, and the world colder.
They called him a craftsman, a savior, even a friend. But in truth, he was something else entirely — a merchant of death disguised in wax and wick.
Because not all killers use bullets. Some simply let the light die, one candle at a time.