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Corvo felt himself freeze when he heard a wet gasping breath. It startled him out of his sleep and he shot up from the bed, reaching for his sword but found it missing from it’s usual resting place.
He turns when he hears the floorboard creak and comes face to face with the man he thought he killed.
“Corvo…”
His blood turned to ice and he took a rapid step back, then another.
Daud. How was it possible? He had seen the blood run from the man’s chest, watched the life fade from his eyes, so how was he here?
It was only as the wind blew the curtains further open, casting moonlight into the darkened room that he saw the milky white eyes and pale blue-tinged lips, that Corvo knew his fate was sealed. This man was going to be the death of him.