never to stand up again. The bullet had found its mark.
the spirit of the man returned to control as the power of the curse faded.
He recalled in pitiful consolation how he had always managed to resist the relatively weak but cruel, willful impulse to kill small animals in passing. He remembered being a young man, once--
with heart and dreams...
was not without a measure of nobility.
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The Lonely Wolf Yurry Bezrukov