My last day.

Just a very small exercise to get my gears in motion again, I may expand on this and make a story about it.
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I spat onto the cobbles and looked out across the harbor. No one was awake yet, the only sounds audible were the distant chimes of the fishing boats and the gentle sloshing water against the mooring posts. The sun had barely risen and foggy sky matched the thin fog which was rising from the water and lining the streets, curling around the little jigsawed houses, a strange sight was, unless it was my groggy half asleep imagination, the fog seeming to curl up and around one of the far off watch towers. I frowned, and dismissed it, turned around and promptly patrolled in the opposite direction.

The End

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