They knew him as The Shadow and spoke his name in whispers for fear of reprisal. He’d robbed six nobles in the last month alone, and now The Shadow had his sights set on a seventh.
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: chuck wendig, creative writing, fantasy, flash-fiction, highwayman, horse, magic, prompt, stand and deliver
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