opiomancer lay in wait on a rooftop outside
flowen's cottage, watching for the candle light to go off. "You are mine," she thought, "you wolfy waffle loving scum!"
The candle went off, the gun fired, a hole appeared in his window and the body of
flowen fell lifeless to the floor.
"And you, my dear," a voice said behind
opiomancer, "are mine!" Gloved hands grabbed the hunter
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