013: A Suitable Place

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The clearing was perfect. A stand of cherry trees bloomed next to a babbling brook. A suitable place to die.

I drew my sword, and my opponent drew his. I cast all thought of life and death aside and live freely for one pure moment. He was skilled, but less so than I.

Afterwards, he told me his army's next objective. I thanked him, and eased his passing. I mounted up and left the clearing, barely disturbed, save for the grave in its center.

I have seen many suitable places to die, but still am searching for a suitable time.

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