The Assassin.
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The Assassin Orange headlights flashed past his face, fading like forgotten dreams. The night held stillness in its arms, which was thick enough to walk on. A slow creeping chill stalked through the air, threatening the onset of icy rain. When he looked up, the dark mysterious clouds told him that they promised to cry more tears tonight. A few more cars flew by. Driving, in the dark country tracks, became dangerous when the rain to falls. He knew some cars would skid on the curve over the wet ground. Drawing in a deep breath of the pine-perfumed breeze, he rolled his shoulders and crouched down beside his riffle. His gaze set on the house's driveway. Only small pines were left, many of them had twisted and stunted shapes. The pines doted the trimmed garden, isolated from each other, as if worlds apart in their own loneliness. The...


