Horror, Sagas, Short story

Him

“I never did much care for him,” the stranger said, taking a sip from his cup and wiping the sweat from his brow.

“All that nonsense he would speak, all the mistakes made which defined him. All that debt he’d have to pay and never could recover. It was all the dice you see, they were the ones at fault. But I won’t have to worry about it now,” he rambled.

He took a knife from his belt and held it with a smile, pointing it towards me. “I never liked him, but at least I won’t be him much longer. Your life will suit just fine.”

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