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A colorful cloth wraps lovingly around the body, softly showing the curves of a face. It’s strangely peaceful, as if someone had just left the room. The cloth no longer moves, for no breath is drawn underneath. This is a cold-blooded murder, and with the factory’s own sheet no less. The choice of sheets isn’t the worst though, but who lies beneath it: The young bride of the cotton mill owner. Someone holds a grudge against the mill, but who? Is this an isolated case – or are there more to come?