The Assassin's Last Mark

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serious illness and needed a

be a perfect m

r a coincidence-it w

I wasn't some orp

r assassin, reigning on the da

y first job after coming out of r

d plan took sha

led W

I was back at Ashton

at the gate didn't st

ve tipped him

erday. I haven't eaten a thing today

rolled up his sleeves, an

ly, going throug

n's demeanor. "Amanda, your organs-uh

my hands tightly, as if I'd jus

I'm perfectly healthy. Wilbur ins

advice. "Amanda, it's getting late. You

even closed the doo

w night to avoid any complications." I heard As

nt a message. "Everything's

at the second floor of Molly's vi

ome, Wilbur

had to work late and t

h a few vague replies

nd messaged Wilbur. "Tomorrow, 4 p.m., the tar

e was mark

ace, I lay on the bed

t, I had

knee, holding up a

cheered, chanting, "

shed as I nod

ted, and I was

gown, standin

and Wilbur, in a sui

woman beside you, in sickness and health, in pov

sing the microphone

ide you, in sickness and health, in poverty

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