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I slow my breath, calming myself down. My eyes lock onto a shop, a small dress and shoe shop. 
 
 `` Gerald, this has been a long time coming.'' I say aloud, watching and waiting for the crowds to disperse. 
 
 Gerald once was my tailor, back when my father was alive. He haunts my memories now, ever since my father died, possibly by his hand. After that, he started getting more... physical. Grabbing my ass, calling after me when I entered the store with my step sisters to shop for them. Yesterday was the last straw. 
 
 I pull down my black hood, lined with the red emblem of the Assassins Guild. I joined when my father died, training, holding someday somebody would put a contract on my stepmother. That awful, abusive woman. I am my family's slave, and will one day be their demise; with the help of the guild. 
 
 I slide down the wooden butcher shop's roof, landing silently on my feet, keeping my face concealed. With nobody around, there's not much need, but when you live a life like I do, by day a slave and by night an assassin, you need to keep your cover. This is a contract, and it needs to be completed properly. I would've gone in as myself, but people would've seen me, and the guild asked for me to be in cloak. 
 
 As I approach the shop, I glace up at the `` OPEN'' sign, written in our glyphs, and not those of the empire. 
 
 *The client asked for a swift kill. Easy. Knife in the back. Slip in, take the back door out. Rune has a horse waiting. In. Out. * I nod to myself, grabbing the dagger sheathed to my side. Adjusting the pack on my back, I enter the shop, making sure the dirt from the road did n't track on the floor. 
 
 I keep to the cover the dresses provide me, hearing Gerald's footsteps, peaking my head over the homemade racks. I watch him turn his back and start writing in his book, telling himself sales for today. I leave my hiding spot and tread lightly over to his counter. I walk over to the entrance of the table and grip my knife tightly but masterfully. 
 
 Running as quickly as I can, I get behind his back and plunge the knife in. Sideways, and to the left. By his heart. Gerald falls face first into the floor. Ignoring the blood, I reach for his hand and check his pulse. Nothing. As much as I want to spit on his body, I speak a quick silent prayer. 
 
 *May you be accepted into the Beyond with mercy and forgiveness. Creator forgive and accept my duty. * 
 
 Turning back to the window, I check to see if there's anyone looking in. No non-contract killing; rule two. I see nobody, but that does n't mean anything. I pull a rose from my pocket and place it on his body, taking out my dagger and cleaning it on his body. I start to walk to the back door, to Rune's horse a few houses away, and see them underneath the counter. Clear slippers. Beautiful. 
 
 Rule three: take what you need and not what you want. I look around one last time before I run over to the counter again and put the into my pack. 
 
 `` Creator forgive me.'' I mutter, then dash out the door. 
 
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