There’s no changing fate, only coming to terms with the decision we were always going to make.
Something didn’t sit right with Kersi about this job. Maybe it was the smarmy nature of the client or the urgency and secrecy surrounding it all. As he ran through the forest’s trees, his fingers played with the seal of his message.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d popped the seal and glued it back with sap. Perhaps just a peek, to sate his curiosity. He stopped in a clearing and cut open the letter.
Set a fire, southern forest. Quickly, Enforcers on the move now. Claim accident. We need the land.
Kersi crushed the note in his fist. He’d grown up running in those woods. He heaved up a stone and buried the message. His pay would take a hit, and his reputation, but some things were more important.
