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saga
in 49 words
by
Mark
Gilbert
The
afternoon sun was large and low in the sky. With skill, intuition and
experience he killed 157 enemy soldiers. No remorse. Their corpses lay
decomposing in the corridors of the Imperial Palace.
He had
his tea. “Was it good, then?” his mother asked.
“It
were too easy, Mam.”
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