as the darkness flowed down the glass like a downpour.
- He did take the dislike to me, he said. But it had gone too far.
The Witch smiled, his impatience and nervousness amused her.
- He’s a man of honor, after all. Even with all his flaws.
- Wait and see, she said flirtatiously. You know it won’t do anything you don’t desire.
The Knight looked away for a moment but found himself unable to resist his own curiosity.
- I desire nothing but justice.
He leaned towards the glass so close he could see his breath on it. Darkness had lifted, finally clearing the view: the town lay in ruins and its burgomaster was choking on his own blood.
- For the love of God! The Knight cried. What have we done?
He tried to open the window but it shattered with one touch. The Witch laughed but that didn’t help his confusion. A mirror? Was it only a mirror?
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