Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

he spoke into a small, encrypted radio. On the other end of the line, a cold, familiar voice responded. "Report." "The assassin spoke with the witness." The observer paused, watching the empty street below. "Did he eliminate her?" "No." A long silence stretched over the airwaves before the voice replied, noticeably colder than before. "Damien has become a liability." The transmission ended with a sharp click. Without a word, the observer slipped his camera into a canvas bag and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the building.

Then the Witness approached. Not as a ruler. Not as a god. As a friend. The ancient observer spoke softly. "I have watched existence grow." Aria smiled. "And?" The Witness looked toward the stars. "I want to be part of it." The memory froze. Silence immediately understood. "No." The Witness looked shocked. "Why?" Silence stepped forward. "Because your purpose is to observe." The Witness's eye darkened. "For eternity?" Silence nodded. The answer hurt. For the first time—