A Shade of Change
By Mike Pollock
“And you’re sure this isn’t him?” The guard asked, pulling the man forward by his bonds.
“No sir.” The boy said defiantly. “I never forget a face.”
His hands were a blur and a knife appeared in the guard’s chest. His cry was quickly muffled from behind by a manacled hand.
“Thank you, brother.” He said, lowering the body to the ground watching as shadows danced, swirling up and over the boy, obscuring him from sight. When they retreated, a twin of the guard stood before him.
Smirking, he flexed his new arms and legs. “As always, you’re welcome, brother.”
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