Sergeant Truman Simons stood silently, staring down at the lifeless body of the young girl. Her long, dark brown hair was a stark contrast to the still-shiny gold necklace that hung around her neck, the chain now broken and partially embedded in the wound. She had been gagged with her own blouse, and her hands were tied behind her back with a strip of cloth. The officer could tell that she had been dead for some time, with ants and pillbugs already crawling over her bloodstained body and flies having laid their eggs in her nasal cavities.
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