The Crimson Cloak
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Last published Sat, Jan 16, 2016
I whipped out my hunting knife and put the wicked brute out of his misery. No matter how evil, no one deserves to suffer. Death is better. Let them suffer the afterlife, as I see it. I am the most feared assassin in the land; loved and called upon by the good in need, and dearly feared by the evil. I came home and hung my cloak on my hook by the door. Just another normal day. There's never been a villain I couldn't take care of, and they all know it. Actually, most of you have probably heard of me. Oh, by the way, I'm Red Riding Hood.
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