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Convict Part 11
I killed a man. Took his life, he lives no more. Watching his lifeless body, prone, lying on the floor. How should I feel? So many emotions fill my brain. It was so quick, just one blow removed him from this plane. Murder! just a word but the act itself carries such weight. Such a heinous crime. It should be harder to seal one's fate. I always prided myself with being a person of fine moral standing. To hold onto my freedom, forged in the fires of Hades, I was demanding. From debtors prison to transportation. Betrayed by the government of my beloved nation. Shipwrecked and marooned before arrival. I set my mind to my very survival. The secrets of my past internment, this Galoot threatened to expose. Blackmail, extortion, to seal his lips with the truth only he knows. Now the manacles which once bound my hands and feet, replaced by fetters on my conscience, shackled by my grievous deed. To the gallows I will never submit or succumb. My freedom bought with luck, misfortune and bitterly won. Flee again I must. Yet another new life I will secure. I will leave my mark on this land, for my generations to procure.
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