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>Felix returns to the basement
>asks me how I am feeling
>little bit sick, why?
>does not respond
>only tells me to lie down, eat pastry
>well fuck, I could be hungry
>why don't I have tea Felix?
Niet, you must lie down and eat pastry, trust me you are hungry my friend.
>I want tea.
>say, aren't you skilled with the guitar, companion?
Da, I am, why do you ask this?
>well, perhaps you could play some while I rest
>it would be of great need, as I do not feel well
>he looks visibly frustrated
>but he picks up guitar
>something is going on
>I know he is responsible for something
>that fucking nobleman
>he knows that I know too
>this game I play continues for two hours
>even the others come in to see what is happening
>start to burp and salivate
>they notice
>I pretend to feel better
>they are now uncomfortable
>others leave
>Felix still plays his guitar and makes small chat
>we get to point where we say nothing
>I look to a fancy cross in the room
>if I am to survive this duel, I pray my God
>please let me see my wife and children again
>please let me see my faults for what I've done
>please redeem me for the destruction
>I must have stared for five minutes at that cross
>suddenly I hear a click
>Felix pulls his revolver's trigger
>I am shot in the back
>I let out a bestial cry like no other has made before
>it clearly sends a chill down the man's spine
>I fall to the floor, perishing
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