Shadow

His pitiful voice, which hardly matched his rough face, ground to a halt
when he noticed something on the floor.

Now pinned to the stone floor by two stark needles, the unearthly
shadow stretching from Haig’s feet was rapidly fading from view. Stranger
still, it wasn’t just the twice-pierced shadow that was affected. The shadows
of the other men contorted and writhed in the throes of intense pain. And
yet the movements of all remained perfectly synchronized!

It must’ve taken incredible skill to hurl those needles from midair and
nail the shadow precisely through the wrist and heart, but it seemed
doubtful someone like Haig could ever truly grasp the amount of focus D
needed to perfect such a technique.

Because, amazingly, the needles stuck in the stone were made of wood.

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