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Five-minute fiction - 00:20-00:25

These are things you couldnt possibly understand, the man said.

He collapsed further, which seemed impossible considering the state in which he had collapsed previously. He seemed to fold in on himself, clutching the stab wound. Grim knew it was fatal, he didnt need to years of training in dealing such wounds to know that it was fatal, the blood on the mans lips was the give away.

Just tell me where they went, Grim said bending down closer to the man. I cant help you, but I need to know where they went, priest.

Come closer, the priest said reaching out with a blood-stained hand. He seized Grims collar and hauled him forward until Grims ear was almost touching the mans mouth. Grim could hear the raspy quality of his breath, the strangled wheeze as the mans life ebbed away. The grip was strong, despite the injury, and Grim would have feared to have been grabbed by it if not for the wound. There is no darkness without light.

Yes, I know. And no light without darkness. The world is balanced on a knife-edge. Ive heard the book, Grim said.

The hand tightened and the priest shook Grim.