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We have another piece of microfiction where evil wins again.

Rewritten

Sir Roland’s chainmail dug into his shoulders as he reached the top of the tower stairs, his breath coming hard. The sorceress stood waiting, wearing a red dress that caught the light. Her green eyes studied him

Before he could draw his sword, she spoke. Her voice hit him like a wave, making it hard to think straight. Roland’s arms felt heavy, and his sword hand went limp.

“You came to kill me,” she said simply. The words seemed to rewrite something in his head, erasing what he’d come to do. When she looked directly at him, Roland felt himself changing – like something inside was being unlocked and rearranged.

Behind him, his men made choked noises as they fell under her spell, too. She smiled, just slightly, and Roland knew with sudden horror that he would follow any order she gave.

No matter what it was.