Tric blinked at the dagger in Ash’s hand. The blade gleaming red and dripping. He looked down at the stain spreading across his shirt as she buried the knife in his chest again. And again. And again. He gasped, reached out towards her throat, eyes wide. But quick as lies, she shoved him hard and sent him backwards over the railing. Tumbling down, down into the everblack wastes below. Without a sound. Without a whimper. Gone.
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