Gemotions

The empty chair in the corner of the workshop was a constant reminder. Mark had poured his heart into his apprenticeship with Silas, the master craftsman. Then, without warning, Silas disappeared, leaving behind only a curt note. Mark felt a coldness creep into his bones.

He started subtly, re-arranging the workshop, changing the order of tools. He knew Silas’s workflow better than anyone, even how much he liked his coffee. Now Mark would change it all.

The new apprentice was useless. Mark, however, was capable. He knew where Silas kept the hidden blueprints for his most important projects. He’d make sure those blueprints... mysteriously vanished.