Short Story
I stared into the feirce eyes of my attacker as he waved his blod stained knife in front of me thretingly. I new this would be the day of my death as I would never hand over the silk cloth that was tucked in my pocket. Wounded already I attempted to crawl towards the railing of the ship I was sailing but before I could slaid forward one step he kicked me to the ground and held the knife point down atop my heart he raised up the knife and started to bring it dowwn in one swift movment. Seconds before it struck my heart I flung the sacred silk over the railing as I took my last breaths.
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