the Silent Dagger
(Scorpion flash fiction)

Councilor Harlan Sterne gazed out the conference room window, admiring his panoramic view of the Enclave’s prosperous city center.
He lounged in his high-backed leather chair, a satisfied half-smile playing across his lips. Here, in the Citadel — the seat of all power inside the Cascadia Enclave — the anticipation of his imminent triumph was heady, intoxicating.
Everything was unfolding just as he’d anticipated. No, more than anticipated — planned, orchestrated, set in motion with the strategic cunning of a chess master.
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