#302869 - I put it to his throat and pushed it in, just a little, so a small streak of blood ran down his neck and he stopped, gasped, and froze. I knocked again and he looked at the door, got up, ran his hand through his hair and started to walk. Smythe's form lay asleep, probably drunk, on a large wooden chair.
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