Almost nine inches of snow fell last night. As I walked to the window my son, Louis, lumped on my back.
"Daddy!" he yelled in my ear. Not long after, my two daughters, Alice and Claire, walked into the room.
"Good morning," they said in unison.
"Where's your mother?" I ask Alice.
"I don't know she wasn't getting ready when I got up," she replied realizing the anxiety in my voice. I ran through the cabin looking in every room for even a trace of her, there's none. I take a quick glance outside. The fresh snow had deep, random footprints in it. That tells me there was a struggle.
"Go to your Aunt Lanette's house." I said, "I have business outside of town."
The trio then grabbed there things and left. Once the door closed I went to the fireplace and pressed on one a brick. The back of the fireplace lowered slowly to reveal a hidden room. I entered, closed the hidden door, and put on my Assassin's cloak. I latched hidden blade to my wrist and released the blade, it still worked. I left the cabin through another hidden door in the floor boards and entered the cold, snow covered world.
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Lone Assassin
Historical FictionMaster Assassin Mason's wife is kidnapped by Templars in an attempt to draw the Assassin out for them to kill. Mason must now gather help from fellow Assassins to free his wife and Boston.
