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The Singularity
Category: Sci-Fi
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.