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The GuardShe the protector, the watchman, the transgressor, who lay awake in silence in the dark of a thousand deaths, was disturbed. The snap of a twig turned her head like the fall turns the leaves to their earthy browns and yellows. The scratching of branches on the thick window panes and the soft whistle of wind through leaves, the leaves sighing on this cold autumn’s eve, were all that filled the night air. Nary had a sound touched her ears, nor did a whisper caress her face. All was still. She knew she could not believe the sounds of the night, which plays mind games on those wily enough to stand their ground when it comes arounThe Guard
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Druid: Chapter XII“That’s it?” My son David sat up on his bed indignantly. He was going on nine next fall and was never satisfied with my ending. “That’s it?” he repeated. “Yes, that’s it. That’s the end,” I said, patting the end of the bed. “So he…what? He just died? Your friend?” “He found his family. He left this world very happy.” “And that other guy died too?” “Perhaps,” I leaned forward, tinting my voice eerily, “Or perhaps his soul is still trapped in that library, and eveDruid: Chapter XII
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Druid: Chapter XII struggled to keep up with Pickens. He limped slightly with his right leg, but my hands were tied in front of me, making it difficult to move, let alone run. The sound of Roman’s paws quickly faded from my ears, and soon the only sound I heard was Pickens’ labored breathing. He stopped, panting, straining to hear the druid. I stopped short of him, hearing nothing. With sudden determination, the commodore turned down another hallway. I did not understand what prompted this: the only noise that echoed off the marble was our own hurried steps. Pickens stopped in front of a large marble entryway, and I paused a few feet awaDruid: Chapter XI
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