Syed traversed the same path he had been walking every day since his arrival in Greece. His path to freedom, or so he hoped. His plans weren’t quite ready to be put in motion yet - but they soon would be. He would be a free man, even if that meant never returning to his homeland again.
One. Two. Three. Four. Left turn.
A twig cracked under his feet, and Syed swore. He needed to be able to do this perfectly silently, leaving no trace he had ever been here at all, even if it happened entirely in the dark. But he had never been light of foot, nor quick on them.
Another twig cracked behind him, and Syed turned, trying not to appear as guilty as he felt. “We’re a long way from the castle,” he remarked, miraculously managing to keep his voice even. “I could never walk so far at home in India. The sand gets everywhere,” he chuckled, raising a hand to smooth his beard.
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