Hadjar tried not to move so he wouldn’t wake the warrior. He sat there, looking at the map, remembering his past and all those who had played a part in his fate. And though he now knew that even his birth was just one detail in a complex web of intrigue woven from the threads of so many forces, he still remembered his life with a slight smile, feeling grateful for it. For the first time in a long while, he was glad he’d gotten to live it.
A single, albeit brief, conversation with his bald friend and an embrace from his sister had been enough to lift the heavy weight from the General’s heart, a weight he had carried alone all this time.
But now he was not alone. And maybe he had never been alone and-
“General,” the curtain of the carriage was pulled aside and one of Shakh’s Executioners
