Chapter LXXIV

The night was as still as a freshwater pool, unaware that only seconds will pass before the ripples begin.

A man. A simple instrument, and yet throw him into our pool- and what then? What if he never entered the pool? Would things have been different?

And yet things were not different. The man entered the pool as cleanly as a knife enters flesh. And he began a whole new chapter in our story.

‘Who goes there? Show yourself!’

The voice is loud in the silence of the night, even though it is not much more than a whisper.

‘A friend.’ A second voice, but in the darkness, no face to place it to. ‘Your master waits for me.’

He has his orders. He knows what he must do.

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The first thing Beatrix knew of this turn of events was a gloved hand over her mouth and a strange smell in her nose. A man stood over her, just a shadow in the dark, pushing the pad dipped in chemicals over her face. She only had a second before she blacked out.

The End

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