
The Diviner
Sibyl’s barking brought him back. The fire was unlit; the soup frozen in the bowl. He had indulged in his craft too long.
A common misconception of divination is the threat of madness caused by witnessing your own death. He had seen a thousand variations of that dreary event. The real risk was becoming addicted to the point of self-neglect. Easily done. Knowledge is, after all, divine.
His body creaked as he stood. He should follow that young man and his party. He’d never beheld a life so…incandescent before. They had a head start, but he knew where they’d be.
Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly 100-word writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Come and play along!

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