The carriage wheels clattered over the uneven stones as the road opened up, the air filled with a subtle mix of pine and dust. The morning mist had lifted, and now the sun poured its bright light onto the path. Yet for Mathew James, the light felt cold—only a reminder of the dark fate that awaited him.
"Each rotation of the wheels brought him closer to Magical City's centre. His mind wandered through countless scenarios. Partners changing loyalties, traders declining business, killers lurking in darkness."
He knew the Osborns would not stay idle. Robert was cunning, and John Osborn was ruthless. They would have already sensed his absence, perhaps even guessed at his purpose. Opposite him, Billy Walker remained still as stone. "His face betrayed no emotion, his breathing remained controlled, and his bearing stayed fiercely alert."
