Fiction. The Assassin and the Ice Portal - Part II
There is a place where the world thins.
Where ice becomes a doorway.
I’ve stepped through it more than once.
Each time, I lose something.
Each time, I remember something else.
They told me who I was.
But the further I move between worlds…
the less that version of me holds.
Fiction. The Assassin and the Ice Portal
My pulse quickened. The dead old man at my feet… the familiar heat of the sun… The handsome man in a black suit. Something shifted inside me. I knew this place. I knew who he meant. And I remembered our story.