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My final days.. Made by Niko.
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It is a few days before my death, I stand before Al'khazar, singing praises to Iblees . The wind blowing on me, moving my cloak. It seems I have been forgotten, my friends, they do not know me. I grow weary as the night passes, I find no shelter. I instead decide to live on the roof, nothing more, nothing less. As I walked through the road, a guard spotted me. I was instantly taken to prison, I was accused as an undead, I was beaten. They have decided to burn me, they walk me to the town square. They put a torch over my head, I will die.