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, I was born to kill which was why the organisation was in favour of me […]

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Nian (Part 7)

The season of reaping had fallen in a heartbeat, the villagers were living their trite life, never breaking apart from the banality. They took my brother’s words lightly, and the time had come, the roar of the hare-like beast and the clamour of calls emitted from another beast- a dragon-horse beast as my brother had […]

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