Title: End
by Luke from Warwickshire | in writing, fiction
He lay. He lay cold, stone cold at my feet. I did not pursue the murderer, there was now not a shimmer of hope left for me. I knelt down to look upon the man's face. I thought of his origin, his birthplace, I thought of his family, I wondered how they would take this piercing news. Warm droplets seared out of my eye. This was it, this was the end.
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