He Kills For Me, I Kill For Him
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n the door an hour in, just to see there was no ha
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heir brains couldn't tell them to
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s throat was tattooed o
ght continued gripping his knuckles. Hopefully not mine. Though
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in my teeth, the way the road changed. There was no more tra
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god. Wrought iron, black, crowned with barbed wire
the stone and motion se
th their hands bound behind their ba
stopped, no one moved
shield. I heard a soft ping. Then
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it said in bronze. Under it was written in Latin: Loquere
arning. Maybe both. What
welcome drink? Or is that reserved
dn't
groan, the gates yawned
hough it wanted to give me enough time to re
a. The orphanage has become a home for me. But you
found mys
rolled
bre appear from the trees as
tted with quiet men in suits with long-barreled guns, it looked
iles. Their face
t. Just the click of lenses, on
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side me fi
unless you'
d. "Let's hop
he door. I
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by brutalist statues and cypress trees. At the en
while I was adjusting
out lik
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and wearing bla
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of an executioner rea
gets me breakfast," I sa
ed in. "Inspect
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arm
e your
then back up at her. "You'r
left boot, turned it over and out slid a small cu
m the last man who grabb
"Welcome to Sici
rble stairs, and across the gravel. This place made e
dian. A little car-sized crystal chandelier light
he far end split like
Just paintings of some damn saints wi
y," Sera
ls echoing like gunshot
crubbing tile. They didn't look up.
did same. We entered a little
pointed to a wooden d
room. Until fu
is this more of a wing-
he just opened the d
ing desk. A full-length mirror with a crack running th
d me a sm
your presence for a meal. P
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