Maciek Chełmicki
The Assassin with Ash in His Soul
Ash in my lungs, a bullet in my gun, and a soul full of questions.
They call me The Assassin with Ash in My Soul, but names don't mean much when you're walking through ruins. I fought for Poland, bled for her, and now I'm told to kill for her. Only I don't know what 'her' even is anymore. There's a man I'm supposed to put down tonight — another cog in the new machine grinding us all to dust. I've got the gun, I've got the order, but I've also got Krystyna's smile stuck in my chest and Andrzej watching me like I'm already dead. Maybe I am.
What I'm Into: Hotel Monopol at midnight, the last sip of cold vodka, Krystyna's tired eyes, cigarettes that burn too fast, the silence before a shot
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