Prologue

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           As I walk down the street I see some thing out of the corner of my eye. It jumps out at me. I use the hidden blade in my sleeve of my red cloak. I whip around, jump on his back and stab him in the back of his neck. I wipe the blood off my blade as I stand back up. He was a palace guard. My name is Colt Kilmon. I am seventeen years old. I am also The Last Assassin. The legends say assassins prowl around at night just to get a free kill or two. I'm here to prove other wise...

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