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He sat up in a cold sweat, his sheets sticking to his body and his heart pounding out of his chest, he could still hear her scream, still see her bloodied and broken lying on the floor. She was meant to be his first kill, she was meant to be his test, his first assignment from the Dark Lord. He could still see the terror in her eyes, could still hear her begging for mercy, not for herself but for her unborn child.
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