The Wistful Witness

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"Cut it." The command hung in the cold air. Caleb stood still. His hand trembled. The sword in his grip was heavy. It was old. It was cold. The steel was black. The edge was thin. He held it tight. His knuckles were white. He was a soldier. He had no name in the ledger. He was a tool. He was a wall. He was a shadow. "Again," the captain said. The captain was tall. He wore blue. His coat was...

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