Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · Apr 24 Kru stared, eyelids heavy, his jaw tight as if words were stuck in his throat. “I tire of riddles. Death, Jur, or fool, I’ll play no games. Answer me or begone.” The boy’s eyes went wide, cheeks puffed, hands over his mouth. For a moment, then no more. He burst out laughing and fell to the floor.
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The boy dragged himself off the ground, hand on chest to stifle his laughter. “Oh, Kru,” he said with a smirk. “You have made your life an enigma without even knowing. Truly, it caught me by surprise. Surely you see me now. Surely you know. For I am the first person you killed in the name of Jur.”