Fantasy Drabble #225 “Necromancy, One Hundred Counts”

The guard pushed the food tray through the cell-door slot. Gornay the Magnificent smiled and took it. “Thank you, guard. And how is your day?”

“…we’re not supposed to talk to prisoners.”

“Of course, of course. Forgive me.”

“I suppose it can’t do any harm. You’re not like that lot down there.” he gestured back towards the rest of the high-security wing, where horrors of all description smoldered in captivity. “I can’t imagine why you’re even in here—”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll get around to explaining it eventually.” Gornay smiled again; something about it chilled the guard to the bone.

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