The Wistful Witness
The chain hangs heavy in your hand. It is iron. Cold. Old. You are a knight. You are tired. The mud sucks at your boots. The rain falls thin and grey. You walk the road. You walk alone. Your friend walks beside you. His name is Silas. Silas is young. Silas is bright. He laughs at the rain. He kicks a stone. The stone flies into the ditch. He does not care. You do not laugh. You hold the chain....
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