Now, every time I'd cough, blood leaks out of my lips. I'm feeling very light-headed, tired and weak, but rage and curiosity still got the better of me.
"My Dad would...never kill...anybody!" I breathe.
"My Son."
"You're lying!"
The cloaked figure moved closer to me.
I tried to back away, but he had me by the collar.
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