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The Singularity
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.