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Timeless
By Rick Haynes
The innkeeper poured more ale. The man with the scarred face
picked up the tankard, downed it in one go, burped and made his way
up the creaking stairs to see if the local whore was available. Only
one of the thirsty customers took any notice. Dressed in woollen
trews, a faded black jacket and heavily soiled leather boots he
watched and waited. As the last of the customers were thrown out, he
rose from his seat, tossed a silver coin to the innkeeper and climbed
the stairs. Removing his sword and dagger from behind a wooden
box on the landing took seconds and on reaching the door at the end
of the corridor, he didn’t hesitate.
One kick and the door flew open. Three paces and his heavy blade
lay across the throat of the scar-faced man. The whore stifled a
scream and ran off slamming the door behind her.