The decrepit building had been abandoned for years. The once slightly fogged windows were now completely opaque. Even the hamred-on boards that barred entry to the door looked so old they were falling apart. A drunk lay on the ground, either dead or on his way out, next to a wooden sign that had long since fallen from its iron posting, old text barely legible from the decay, the small smiling face that had been carved into it nowhere to be seen.
Grays Apothecary.
You knew, I said. It wasnt an accusation. Just a statent of fact.
Cairn. Please. Im so sorry. I didnt want to lie or keep it from you, but it was just so cruel. So pointlessly and miserably cruel. And youve been so happy, Maya wept.
I said nothing. Thought nothing. Felt nothing.
All I wanted was to protect you, Maya said.
I understand, I said. You rembered what she said to . Connected the dots and tried to shield from it.
An old threat, spoken by my greatest enemy, whirled up in my subconscious. One Id spent countless nights worrying over, but now, had almost forgotten. Thoths visage took shape in the darkness of my mind, twisted and mocking.
I let you live, and as paynt, I will eventually take sothing from you. And you will wish that you had died.
Since my return to Whitefall, Id been almost sick with worry. It had all co so easily, gone so smoothly, that Id begun to sense the hamr, poised to strike down at my head, constantly surprised when I looked up, convinced that this would be the day when things finally took a turn. But Id been looking in the wrong place. There was no hamr hovering above .
Because it had already fallen.
From the looks of it, quite so ti ago.
Sothing inside tore.
Reviews
All reviews (0)