His face pallors at the click of a switch,
sepia blanched to monochrome. Rabbit eyes,
blind to the close-clutched sheet of paper,
focus on what lies ahead. There is no day.
Natural light’s extinguished, unnatural darkness
skin-creeps, muffled as an assassin’s footfall.
The message on the sheet… what did it mean?
He’d been so sure, but now – it seems he has
no choice. Everything’s becoming clearer.
And yet… perhaps there is still hope. Maybe,
after all – fingers crossed – he’d get away
with only needing them for reading.
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