The Epic of Waldren
With a twist he pulled the blade from the dead body, wiping it clean before re-sheathing it. He coughed.
“And now,” he said, “I am the last.”
He buckled over and, for a moment, held his hands on his knees before he finally collapsed. “A fine life,” he whispered before his eyes slowly closed.
The rest of the guests quietly gathered their belongings and excused themselves.
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