108 - Clara's pawn

The sun had begun its descent beyond the horizon after Clara left Kaldir’s home. The sunlight was casting a warm golden glow across the cityscape. Inside the sleek, charcoal-colored vehicle, Clara's fingers tapped nervously on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Her hazel eyes stared ahead at the road, but her mind was a swirling vortex of uncertainty.

The hum of the engine and the rhythmic purr of the tires against the road provided a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. She adjusted her sunglasses, the dark lenses shielding her eyes from prying gazes. The traffic flowed steadily, the world around her a blur of buildings and streetlights.

As Clara took the turn towards the downtown of Kaldir’s pack the bustling streets. Her thoughts danced between the events of yesterday night and the intricate web of her plan. She had spent hours recalling the talks and the scenarios, smirking over those spread lies and the half-truths she spoke to Meagia and carefully chosen words.

Meagia was a form