Shadows and Light
The curls of mist swirled and twisted about each other in the wake of the solitary figure running through the night. Lit only by the dusty light of a cloud-covered moon the young man was able to see no more than the frosty apparition of his own breath in front of his face as it was expelled in short, sharp puffs through purple lips.
Footsteps. Two sets.
Dirk could clearly hear the sharp clack, clack of leather soles on cobblestones, yet when he dared to glance over his shoulder there was nothing but the vast abyss of night yawning back at him.
Despite the chill, tiny diamonds of sweat had formed on his skin. His heartbeat had become frenetic as if it too wanted to flee but couldn’t escape its cage of bone. The man’s face was a mask of terror; his furrowed brow carryin
