Five-Minute fiction - 01:20-01:25
Thanus pushed the door open slowly. It was heavy and the hinges creaked with age. Minuscule motes of dust danced in the smokey light of the torches that lined the walls. This part of the citadel seemed a darker place. A place forgotten, left to the ravages of time. But it did not feel neglected. Torches burned in brackets in the hallway, and large dust mats covered what he presumed were works of art that decorated the walls. It simply felt strange. His breath seemed to catch in his throat, and for no reason he could ascertain. The air, while duty, was still breathable, there was simply another quality that stole away his breath.
He froze when he heard the voices. There were
Thanus pushed the door open slowly. It was heavy and the hinges creaked with age. Minuscule motes of dust danced in the smokey light of the torches that lined the walls. This part of the citadel seemed a darker place. A place forgotten, left to the ravages of time. But it did not feel neglected. Torches burned in brackets in the hallway, and large dust mats covered what he presumed were works of art that decorated the walls. It simply felt strange. His breath seemed to catch in his throat, and for no reason he could ascertain. The air, while duty, was still breathable, there was simply another quality that stole away his breath.
He froze when he heard the voices. There were