How did it come to this?
Erik loaded a bolt into the cocked crossbow. He quickly checked the two cocked crossbows he had in reserve.
Three quick shots, don’t miss. It will be worse for them if you do.
He felt his heart sink with each beat like an anchor into the ocean deep.
When did I become the criminal?
His comrades' faces were consumed by giddiness and excitement.
I shouldn’t be here.
A pathetic mimicry of a songbird sounded through the trees. The carriage was coming. Sweat filled his gloves. There will be no going back.
I’m sorry.
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