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Name the price, it's yours" He said crawling backwards on the kitchen's cold tiles. Putting one hand on his sparsely haired head, as if he was trying to remember something, he continued. "A position? I'll give you whatever post you want. I'll even step down from the position of the mayor and appoint you. The people have no choice, they'll have to listen". He k

temporarily silence the impaled old man. "You know, it's better for you to keep mute and make people assume you're a foo

running out, and you can't do anything to stop it. Tell me, how does it feel? To be powerless. Everything and everyone

have a family. An entire city to take care of. I don't want to die" he begged. "I don't want to… ahhhhhh" h

r life, you desperately desire to do the opposite of what you were taught as a child to do. You desperately long to embrace the darkness. Hold on to it for as long as you can. Get lost in it. The light finally becomes your end

ol night breeze blowing in on his mask. He whispered quietly but loud enough for the injured old man to hear. "You can’t tell me you didn’t see this coming. It was kinda inevitable. After all, peace isn’t the absence of war, it’s just the procrastination

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s drawing nearer to our oh so feeble light." He turned back halfway, his eyes locking with that of the dying man who laid on the floor behind him. "But all those years of running. Where we really running from the darkness? No", he smiled. "We were just running away from the image. The tiny reflection of what appeared as a lesser light. A blemish on our white suits. But never, ever the darkness." He

the bleeding man managed to wh

I saw. And in truth…", he swiftly pulled the injured man’s head closer, staining his soft, dark coat with even more blood. "I stopped running from it…", he said, stroking his almost bald head, "…and I became it. It's high time we all stop running from it broth

man who was seconds to the end. "Now you can embrace it too. Shhh Shhh

tting out his final breath, and with his hea

lifeless body and walked over to the door, a couple steps away. “Now that” he cle

hrough the dark, murky,

of the dead man behind him "…or embrace it permanently" he completed. Opening t