“I’m halfway down the king’s dimly lit hallway when I hear the clink of armour. A guard, standing not twenty paces away, oblivious to the thief inching closer through the dark. The air is cold and stale with the faint tang of dust and iron, and the only sounds are the faint creak of the leather straps on my belt and the soft whispers of my footsteps.”
A FREE SHORT STORY.
