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To Serve
by Nadia Corin

As he creeps through the shadows of night, quiet and unassuming, this jester of fate once thought free-will was nothing more than a dream. He’d been forever bound to serve. But his unthreatening nature allowed him to sneak past the guards watching the prized room. Even the jingle of his little bells did nothing to stir suspicion. Just a funny man walking on a sleepless night.

As he approached the large mahogany door, he was careful to open it and slip inside. The room was lit by the faint light of the moon, watching from behind clouds. The jester tip-toed to the sleeping man, drew the hidden dagger from his belt, and plunged it into his chest.

He would serve no more.