It was Bashur. He was laying on his bed with his arms on either side of him, his head tilted to the side and his 3D glasses hanging off the side of his face. He had a bottle of liquor loosely in one hand, and his shirt was unbuttoned. His shorts were unbuttoned, too. It looked as though he were getting undressed when something killed him. His one uncovered eye was wide and the iris was colorless. Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth all the way down his neck.
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The Depths of Despair (A Minecraft Murder Mystery Story)
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