Chariot Awaiting

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My first thought then was – where the hell was ShadowAspect when I needed him? Why wasn’t Sarasin Shade paying attention? Or was I just expendable. Maybe he was stalking another failing writer at that very moment.

In total darkness with the hood over my head and my hands tied behind my back, two pairs of hands marched me around the corner of the cathedral and away from the meeting place I had arranged with Six.

I heard something speeding down a nearby street and skid to a halt just metres ahead of me. The side door of a transit van slid open and two or three people jumped out.

“Your chariot awaits, Mister Rybak.”

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