

Memories of AssassinsThe old man's eyes snapped open. The chill of cold hard stones pressed against his flesh like thousands of tiny needles. He had no idea how he had ended up there, much less how long he lay there. His nostrils burned as he took in a breath. The stench of the place filled his nose. It also filled his mind. There was something familiar... He was pulled from his thoughts as the sound of stone scraping stone echoed through the halls of the dark chamber. It was the sound of a long closed door being opened. The old man crawled on thMemories of Assassins
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"I just had to break out my nun-chucks!"
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