PART THREE, EIGHT
Go for it. It’s for you… I approached the gleam. The night was a silent graveyard, its stillness broken by a hum in the ears from outside. Inside, in the other room something stirred. My cousin was fast asleep. How could he sleep naked in this cold with a faint light falling through the window from the distant slice of the moon on his bed, a woman lay above him, moving. No, her face went up and down between his legs. She was bent towards him, a mass of hair covering her face. Something gleamed on it… I went back to the gleam on the wall, lifted the kukri and tiptoed towards the bedroom. Plunge it into her. No, no, turn it to your side and plunge it. My mind grappled with the face where to drive the pointed blade, and in that confusion I stumbled, fell on the wooden floor and in the pro
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