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Microcosm

Fate

The Knife Is at My Throat

Photo by reza hasannia on Unsplash

The knife is at my throat. Sweat is rolling down the man’s cheek as he glares at me.

“You killed Marina. She loved you, and you killed her.”

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

I know he’s right, but there is nothing I can do.

The knife slits my throat.

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