Chambers Seal
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South Wales- 1915- December 30th
Along the dark alleyways in St. Fagan's, past all closed shops that won't be opened until another few hours, there's an old injured man lying in his own pool of blood. Using only the wall for support, he coughs into the sleeve of his arm in his husky voice. Trying to save every breath, he looks down at his wound that was currently pouring out with blood. Too late to be saved, he pulled out a confidential bloodied letter which was imperative that he delivered no matter what. However because there was an uncertain chance of pursuers that could jeopardise his plans he was tempted to reach for the lighter in his right pocket to burn the letter. He was nearing death so he had little time to decide. Before he could get the lighter out of his pocket, he saw a figure and heard a familiar soft voice step in the alleyway, but because his mind was too occupied he could not visualise the face. Seeing his chance to complete the task in delivering the letter he called out to the figure in his husky voice with what little energy he had left. He begged that this person to take the letter to his son, he wanted to tell this person how important it was that his son reads every word in this letter, it was so important that he was willing to take any risk, but after the paper left his hand he fell silent.
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