The Wistful Silence

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The rain hit the stone. It drummed. It hissed. It did not stop. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. It burned my face. I felt the chill. I felt the weight. The tower stood. It was old. It was mine. Not mine. It belonged to the King. It belonged to the Law. I am a servant. I am a shadow. The shadow knows. The shadow waits. "You are late, Ser Rowan." The voice came from the dark. It was...

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