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15 Minute Fiction Friday - 19th April

Years of training, years of sacrifice, years of pain.

Their time in the shadows was at its end.

"We move, now!" came their commander's cry from ahead.

His heartbeat was steady, his breathing calm, no hint of fear; he was ready.

For decades the White Hand had controlled the city, their city, cruelty and violence slowly ebbing into the normality of their beautiful surroundings. But no more.

This was their chance, brothers and sisters - the first generation of the son's and daughter's of the murdered elite, their chance to fight back, to destroy the White Hand, to take their revenge.