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An Assassin Named Silas, A Camerlengo named McKenna
Codes of Angels and Dragons, across Paris I Roam.
What is behind me, I feel I am not walking.. alone..
a shadow in the darkness, and footsteps in the night.
He is here, and then he is gone, He comes not out in light.
Who is this man's employer, and who does he really serve.
He has all the guts and glory, but what has he for nerve.
Is he as nervous as a cat... or is he just that quick.
Up his sleeve, just agreasy arm, or is it a brand new trick?
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Nice little write, bring on a whole series! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."