Xeno Hemlock

Death's Last Days With the Dying

Masks of Lamb, Fox, or Wolf

Memory 021


Greed was too fast, poison too slow.

But an arrow from a crossbow straight to the head through the window was fast too. Frederick would not see it coming. And people wearing masks of lamb, fox, or wolf was too comical and juvenile.

Wearing a black robe and brandishing a shiny sickle was too cliche. Halloween was far away.

A five-point-palm technique to the chest was impossible. The hedonistic siblings knew no martial art.

But a machete hidden in the basement was too tempting. Adult male #1 broke into their father's bedroom and with it hacked his way to inheritance.

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