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Assassin meets King

"Welcome back, old friend." The king greets his former assassin, in front of his throne. They haven't seen each other since the man's retirement many years ago. The king doesn't notice the ever so slight shift in the movements of the Assassin.

"I'm glad to find you here.", the heavily armed man answers, "Thought I-" "What is your issue? How can I help?", the king interrupts thoughtlessly.

The assassin forcefully clenches his hand around his sword, trying to banish the unbearable anger from his voice. "Though, I have to tell you, the tables turned, my friend."

That's when the king notices the puddle of blood seeping through under the door. His guards are dead. This is his end.

Well, I don't know what I did here.

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