The Wistful Witness

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The mist clung to the iron gates of the Citadel of St. Jude, a grey shroud that tasted of copper and old rain, and I stood at the threshold with my hands bound by chains that were not made of metal, but of woven moonlight and the dried blood of my own hesitation. I am a soldier of the Order of the Silent Watch, a keeper of the boundary between the waking world and the realm of dreams, and for...

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