The Assassin
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Last published Thu, Aug 16, 2018
Freya Gordana is the best assassin ever known, she is only 17 but was trained from the age she could raise a sword. The world doesn't know who she is. That she's a she, that she's younger than 25. She stays hidden, taking contracts from anyone. She has her pick, everyone wants her for their kills. She never misses a contract, never misses a kill, never gets caught or found. She enjoys the fights and hates the killing. But she has no choice. She grew up like this, fighting, killing, getting the money to live, too much money. She grew into it learned to love it, or try. Threats come in more than usual and not contracts, creatures, and evil. She is being hunted, but why. Freya faces these threats while searching for a reason why this happening and why her?
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