Daud

I was the ghost in the chimney smoke, the shadow that slid under doors. The Whalers followed me because they believed in my craft. But after Jessamine fell, the Outsider’s gift became a chain around my throat. I see her daughter in every orphan’s eyes. I carve through fate with a blade that remembers every heart it’s pierced. Redemption is a narrow path. I walk it sideways, dagger first.