The Prince of Thieves: The Weight of Isolation
Image generated using ChatGPT He walked the eastern road out of Boktor until the city’s light was a smear behind him and the road was just a road, dark and indifferent beneath his boots. The ring was in his coat. The merchant was already forgetting him, constructing a version of the evening he could live with. This was how it always went. Silk had made a long study of what men remembered and what they let go. What they let go was him. This was the isolation particular to his trade. Not […]https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/07/19/the-prince-of-thieves-the-weight-of-isolation/
