Keep your enemies closer

It was six a.m., the cold morning air tightening my airways, making each breath a sharp, stabbing pain within my chest. I was positioned strategically, between the towering oak trees, the most sheltered area, on the edge of the gardens, with a direct view to the georgian house. The ground floor rooms  were clearly visible through the  beautifully adorned bay windows; the inhabitants not yet stirring within.

I hesitated, frightened as to the outcome of each tentative step. Darragh, was going to kill me for this. 


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