It was the final flight of stairs before you got to the THE PASSAGE that took so much out of you.

You had that sense of dread about you. You began to get a feel for what it must have been like for the condemned man.

But the instructions were very clear, up the stairs and down the passage to the right.

I clutched under my arm all the defenses I thought I’d need. It was just a formality I was told, as if this was anything but a formality.

Summoned to give my version of events before the Supreme Council was a bit much for a man who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. How could a Monday morning go so wrong so fast?

Reaching the top of the stairs my stomach rolled over I am sure, the nerves and jitters started, my…