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You grip your sword tightly as you release your blade from its holdall. You then swing your razor, sharp sword, neck high. In one swift movement, your blade slices through her neck. You look into her eyes as she falls to the ground. Her head, covered in blood, rolls a few meters away from your feet. You have made a terrible mistake. The body, now lying on the ground, is that of an innocent, young servant girl. You drop your sword and fall to your knees. A small tear appears in the corner of your eye. There is a dark puddle of blood covering the forest floor. You look once more at the young girl's body lying on the muddy path. Your honour just fades away as you kneel beside her. A fear of anger sweeps over you. You grab your sword from where it had fallen. Your voice trembles as you cry out, "Sorry my Queen. I have failed you." You raise your sword high above you and pierce the blade through your heart...



...You are dead. GAME OVER.


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