The emperor was sitting in his bed when the assassin came in through the window.
"Welcome, old friend."
"Wait," the assassin wheezed.
The emperor waited for him to catch his breath.
"I'm too old for this," the assassin said at last.
The emperor smiled. "It's been over sixty years since the first time you came to kill me."
"Mm. And a dozen times more. Yet you are still alive. You always were persuasive."
"I hope I still am. I would ask you to do it now."
"What?"
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