Let the World Burn Without Me
Out in the city, people prayed for the mistress to conceive quickly, for an heir to be born.
The moment death came for me, a deafening peal of thunder split the sky.
In the sweltering heat of June, snow began to fall.
In crowded taverns, people turned toward the windows, confused.
"It's summer. How is it snowing?"
"This feels wrong. Doesn't it look like what happened ten years ago?"
Someone said it out loud, and the room went quiet.
Ten years ago, I had finished my mission and was about to leave. That was when the world first started to fall apart.