The Fourth King I had never been shot before. On reflection it was a good day to be shot, there was spring promise in the air, a gentle breeze, and few passers by. There were screams I think, I have a vague recollection of events as I hit the pavement, I recall it's chill and the warmth of blood seeping around me, I expected the "#life flashing before me" moment but if it happened I missed it! Typical me!!
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