The Friend of Death

The Friend of Death
The Friend of Death

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. They didn’t stand a chance, and they knew it. He was the assassin, no longer of just the kingdom, but of the empire. He was the master. Killing was his element, and among the murderers, he reigned.

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