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Nine
NineI'm not sure how long I sat there, rooted to the spot, staring at him, but it felt like a lifetime. Clearly dead, his body was lodged head first under the desk. Grateful that his face was turned away from me, the sight of thick, gooey blood spreading out like a halo around his caved in head brought the bile into my throat, and I span away, retching. Someone had taken a heavy club and smashed through his skull. Puce coloured brain matter dribbled to the floor and I sat, whimpering, hand clamped against my mouth, battling to stop myself from throwing up, wondering what I could do. Here I was, alone with the dead Protector, the most powerful man in the world, in a locked room with no way out. Petrified by the sheer terror of it all, I knew this was the end. No amount of explaining was g
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