Title: Assassin
by Luke from Warwickshire | in writing, fiction
My bulging, vacant eyes peered upon my next briefing. The crumpled, wrinkly parchment seared through my wilting heart, leaving an emblem of likely dishonour. How was I meant to grimly, savagely diminish the leader of the holiest order in human kind? The Knights Templar. I bluntly dismissed the abrupt, absurd offer, until my gaze snatched at a humungous number on the sheet ' two hundred and fifty gold coins. Greediness overwhelmed my perishing arteries as I accepted the offer ' reluctantly.
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