The air was heavy with frost, but also with anticipation.
Her approach was silent, like a shadow, and yet I could
track every movement, every hidden breath, every momentary pause as she
regained her bearings.
Eventually she emerged into my clearing, forgoing any
attempt at remaining hidden. I nodded, ever so slightly to her, still sitting
in my preferred relaxation squat.
“You know why I’m here.”
The tone was warm, a stark contrast to the air, and to her
purpose.
I sighed and rose to my feet.
She thrust forward with her blade.
I countered, and killed my only daughter.
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