She was just a girl, but she had managed to break the magician's code. As she entered the cinderblock building, Pan almost choked on the bile produced, not only by the smell, but the fear that was beading the sweat on her forehead. She knew her job, now she just needed to find the container. They had said it was in the shape of a bucket, that she should not open it.
IT'S BEEN 1 YEAR SINCE I WROTE MY FIRST FICTION PIECE... HERE IT IS...