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The bone was in my hand. It was white and cold. I walked through the fog with a group of boys. We were the Watch. We walked to the edge of the town. We looked for the thing. The thing that came from the mist. "Keep your eyes open," said Thomas. He held his sword tight. His knuckles were pale. "It takes the heart," he whispered. "It takes the heart first." I looked at my hands. The bone was...
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