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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 6:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 6:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 6:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 6:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:52 pm
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He wandered aimlessly from booth to booth, each one bringing him closer and closer to the cause of the pulsing. Eventually he came across a small shop tucked out of the way of public eyes. The building didn't have much in the way of markings or signs, which seemed to help keep it in anonymity.
But the pulsing was strongest here, and thus here was where he would go.
He entered quietly, a small bell above his head ringing, announcing his appearance. At the sound, a small shopkeeper entered from the back, and around his neck was the item which Memnon had searched.
Or a piece of it, anyway.
He approached the counter quietly, staring the shopkeeper directly into his eyes.
"May I help you, sir?"
"Yes, How much for that jewel around your neck?"
"Oh, this? It's not for sale. It's a family heirloom, I'm sorry."
"So am I."
Before the shopkeeper could ask about his strange statement, Memnon grasped the man by his face, bending the man backward with such force that after a few seconds the unfortunate man's back had broken. As the body crumbled behind the counter, Memnon grasped the chain around his neck and tore it free.
"And to think...the path to my ultimate freedom would begin in such a dilapidated shack such as this...my apologies, old man...but I can't allow anyone to stand before me in this mission..."
It was so strange to him, this feeling of remorse. Before his exile, he could remember killing anyone in cold-blood without a second thought, and had even reveled in it. But now, in this cold building...he felt somewhat sorry that it had to come to this.
But like he said, he couldn't waste time with pleasantries and compassion. He simply couldn't.
He gripped the jewel tightly, making his way from the shop. Hopefully, the karmic force of the universe would understand his decision in time.
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