The Friend of Death

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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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Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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