In a Hidden Hand

Her eyes cut across the forest with unbelievable swiftness. With understandable trepidation, she stepped out of the shade of the trees.
There he was, alone.
You don’t trust us… his voice was thin but accusing.
I trust who I know is trustworthy. Somehow, her words sounded more sharp than intended. Arm in arm they walked away, with a knife in a hidden hand.

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