Rahuul
A Shadow Among Men, Pt. 1: Seeds of Sedition
Thirty.
I absently adjust the three rings on my right hand, lingering on the one enclosing my thumb. I refocus my attention to the table where eight of the region’s most powerful people surround me. Our discussion halted ten minutes ago and fell into a violent tirade of icy and accusatory stares. No words are needed when a look will say everything.
Twenty.
I clear my throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s please move forward. We’re not getting anything done this way.”
An uncomfortable shifting in seats catches like a brush fire. I see the strain in their eyes. We’re trying to come to an understanding over something that feels impossible.
Ten.
