The cold winter air rushed hard against my face and a cool chill ran down my spine. The light snow drifted down from the heavens, entering and exiting from view of the little light that trickled
into the dark, deserted alley like so many falling stars suddenly gaining brilliance then wandering back into black oblivion.
All was quiet as I looked into the face of the villain who stood in front of me, a cold gun in his hand. Three gunshots echoed off the building walls, three flashes of light illuminated the back
alley. I fell to my knees; my hand clasped my wounded chest. Wheezing and coughing up blood, my muscles gave out and I fell into the frosty, welcoming snow and strayed from all thoughts and
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