There is a spray of blood on my sleeve, a cold drop of sweat creeping down my spine. Armed men filter past, hands toward the fire, eyes moving in the dim light. I lower my head, keep to the shadows. I am here to do one thing. I can see him across the courtyard, hands...
It was like a knife pushed in slowly, a fire penetrating my chest that made me howl and strike out in a blind rage. But there was no one to strike. The enemies were already inside me. I thrashed around the graveyard in a frenzy of agony and threw myself at anyone in...
The water jar fixes its one long eye upon me. Hour after hour, I feel it watching. Hour after hour, the craziness swells within me. Outside, the sun slinks past; its white rim catches in the corner of the window, sends a sharp finger of light creeping over the floor....
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