Justice

L. S. King

What price will an old man pay for justice?  His loved ones?  His freedom?  His own death?
 

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     The waves crashed far below the cliffs and birds wheeled and cried. Zaqain squinted in the sunlight and smiled at his son Trevor. Trevor's hand clasped his shoulder, then abruptly he felt both hands against his back.

     "Farewell, you old goat!"  

     A shove. Disbelief. Terror. Wind sucked from his lungs. Icy water. Blackness.

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