Sowerbutt's Discovery

A low whistle stopped Spaghetti in his tracks. Unholstering his revolver, he hurried over to the shadowy figure of Panda, crouching beside a large stain on the wooden floor. Holding up his finger, he whispered: “Blood, lots of it."
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