follow his movements. Perhaps I should have. As I accepted a canteen from the soldier's belt, the old man shuffled about behind me. I could hear him open something, one of the cabinets perhaps, and then close it. I was too busy enjoying the water to bother looking behind me.
I saw it in the reflection from the soldier's eye covers. The old man had something in his hand, like a round dagger's handle, but no blade. In a swift motion I had not expected from an older man, he took hold of my shoulder, and jabbed me in the neck with his tool. I felt something drive into my neck.
The entire world burst into pain and flame. I could not even scream.
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