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Dancing in The Shadows

Dagger in my hand, scheming in my head, anxiety in my movements. I flitted across the forest as if the trees were my waves, surfing me through the hurdles fluidly, without any hesitance. The afternoon sun was scorching, but this... Continue Reading →

Typed

Agent 3142 reporting, 31 March 1989, target killed, mission accomplished. I typed nonchalantly into the typewriter, as I did for the past decade, reporting to duty every week. My job was an assassin, blatantly speaking, I killed for no reason,... Continue Reading →

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