Okuro grimaced. Even with his cane bearing most of the
weight meant for his leg, he felt a stab of pain each time he put his right
foot down. Everyone walking the same direction passed him as he hobbled down
the street. The few block walk took him many times what it would’ve taken him
when he had lived on the street as a young man.
Despite the pain, Okuro continued. He slipped his free
hand into his jacket, reassured by the presence of his old knife. He looked over his shoulder at the pair of young
men following him.
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