The blood ran thick and dark in the alley. The young woman's body was splayed on her side, her neck split wide open, like an ugly grin.
The killer stood above her body, knife still in hand. Kneeling down on the cobbled, narrow alley, near the woman, he muttered a few words, while signing quickly with his right hand. A brief flash of yellow light lit up the walls around the two figures and the woman's eyes shone briefly.
The figure nodded once and stood up, not noticing the blood soaking his trousers. He then turned and exited the alley, leaving behind the body as the rain started silently to fall.
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Memory Trail | Open Novella Contest 2020 |
FantasyIn the city of Valme, capital of the Mentow empire, blood flows in the streets. A serial murderer is on the loose, and it is up to Tylissa Clay, an orphan with her own brand of magic to find him. In her quest she is aided by the city's most competen...
