No Witnesses
10 voices echoed in unison. “No witnesses.” The phrase reverberated through the parlor, filling the space, only to be swallowed by the weathered tapestries that lined the walls. Sunlight peeked through frayed curtains, illuminating the gathering with an eerie, almost sacred glow. Many faces were new. They had been but greenhorns, fresh blood just entering the family business, the last time the decaclave convened. The elder council members bore more wrinkles, more scars — silent witnesses to decades of careful work....