Last story ahead of the witching hour. This one I stumbled onto while thinking of the intersection between power and loyalty, between those born to it, and those who've built their own place in the world. As with many of my stories this month, this one covers dark territory. So I set it loose in the last breath before midnight.
I call it "Trails in My Path".
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Please keep it on the sane side. There are an awful lot of places on the internet for discussions of politics, money, sex, religion, etc. etc. et bloody cetera. In this time and place, let us talk about something else, and politely, please.