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... sbow with a trembling hand, though not from fear.
He coughed blood, covered his mouth by reflex, and when he moved his fist away he saw the wet red staining his fingers.
"I don’t have much time... Better you die quickly, or my partner will get angry." He aimed the crossbow at Ebony. His voice was rough and tired, but still firm, like someone who had already accepted his own death and only wanted to finish his job first.
Ebony was barely still standing. The poison had left ...
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