Assassin
Shadows seemed to change, seemed to move with each step. The moon, small and distant upon a velvet sky, shone little light upon the ground. The assassin needed no light to show the path, all that was needed was the candle lit windows that identified the manor. The assignment was simple, the target was easy, just getting in was the hard part. That was what she was told anyway. The hired killer reached the outermost perimeter gates. The iron bars were wide enough for the assassin to squeeze, or...