“This is the place. Through there. The City of Lights has a back door.”
“It practically says TRAP on the front. It’s too easy.”
“Fine. You stay out here. Dark’s coming.”
Kchik yanked at the handle. The door screeched open, rust flaking off the hinges, breaking off dry stalks of dead grass. The dark inside was absolute.
“You don’t enter the City of Lights by sneaking through the dark, Kchik. It’s wrong.”
He never hesitated. “I won’t forget, Faa. Take care of the girls.”
Kchik entered the dark. The door fell closed. Faa waited.
It never reopened.
Word Count: 99
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