Sydney Carton and the Slingshot of Doom, a Charles Dickens fanfic.
And where is Evremonde? He must also come, declared the guard.I am right here. said Sydney as he stabbed the mans heart with his dagger which he had in his boots.
Blood spilt from the mans heart as he fell to the hard ground. With haste, Sydney took off the mans clothes so the blood would not spread and stain. He took off his own clothes, and put on the guards.
Wake me when we get to the Great Expectations slash.
(Via the always-entertaining Bookshelves of Doom.)
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