The Wistful Witness

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The air tasted of iron and old rain. Cael stood in the center of the courtyard, his sword raised high. The blade was a shard of blue glass, humming with a low, painful frequency. Around him, the shadows moved. They were not mere absences of light. They were entities, thick and viscous, swirling with the faces of men who had been erased from the ledgers of the King. He was twelve. He was small....

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