Аннотация
The Witch’s Betrayal
A Short Story
ByCassandra Rose Clarke
When I stepped out of the shadows, the scent of night-blooming flowersoverwhelmed me. I wasn't expecting a garden, not this far into the desert, and the sight of it put me on edge. Everything about this commission suggested it was simple, routine -- but these flowers spoke of magic.
I did not want to deal with magic tonight. I wasn'tsupposedto deal with magic tonight.
I threaded through the garden, coasting on the backs of shadows, the metallic taste of the tracking spell lingering in my throat. The house loomed up ahead, wrapped in heavy ropes of jasmine. It was a simple house, white clay glowing in the moonlight, and it had been simple to track the target here. Simple, as I said. Routine.
The windows were dark, no candles or magic-cast lanterns illuminating the night. Good: thethickshadows made my magic easier.I dissolved into darkness, sliding away from the garden and the ...
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