Winter's breath

Daniel was unmoved. He was less of a dreamer than his cousin, who had spent his youth tirading impotently against the status quo. Since leaving the hive, Daniel had insinuated his way into the lower echelons of power, carving out a mediocre life for himself with which he was satisfied. He had gone to great lengths to distance himself from Zohek and had no reason to risk it all now. So why had he come? What had impelled him?

He looked at the scar on Zohek's hand and remembered. It was his fault. Some debts can never be repaid. Zohek noted him staring and quickly moved his hand under the table, with a short intake of breath presaging harsh words.

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