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The hut smells of smoke and long dead things. I look in the shaman’s eyes and I only see darkness and danger. I look over to Charles, who sits beside me on the goat hide mat. His face is scrunched like a toddler observing one of life’s many intricacies for the first time. How determined he was, and still is. Why did I allow him to rope me into this?
“We’ll be rich,” he told me.
“An overnight success.”
The best kind isn’t it? You sacrifice nothing except your soul. Continue reading “Ambition Prevails – a Zim short story inspired by “true” events (Part 1)”