The soul

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The night air was like daggers of ice on my skin compared to the warm breathe of the dark figure which stood over me, he was so close I could hear what he was muttering under his breath "please just die"he almost sounded scared.the daggers of ice started to feel like the gentle touch of a feather as his sword thrusted deeper into my chest,the sword set off an explosion in my chest and every cell in my body felt like they where on fire , I grinned my teeth to the pain and used all my strength to grab the figure by the kneck and lift him in to the air and say through my breaking teeth "i will see you soon" and everything exploded and turned red then black.

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