Childhood Friend of the Zenith
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Before my fingers could reach Ubeom’s throat,
in that fleeting moment, countless possibilities flashed through my mind.

Should I rip out his windpipe first?

To stop him from making any more noise, perhaps I should start by tearing that out.
Or maybe break his right hand—he was clearly right-handed—
to ensure he couldn’t draw his sword.

No, does it even matter?

He’s going to die anyway.

If he was destined to crumble into ash,
then how I went about it didn’t really matter.

With those thoughts swirling, I reached for Ubeom’s neck.

“Stop—.”

I froze.

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