The Wistful Silence

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The stone was cold. It bit into my palm. I held it tight. We stood in the courtyard. The wind howled. It tore at our cloaks. We were the Watch. That was our name. We did not judge. We only kept the peace. Or so we told ourselves. I looked at Silas. He stood beside me. His face was pale. Sweat beaded on his brow. He looked tired. I knew that look. It was the look of a man who had forgotten why...

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