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Silas’s Confession

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The morning after the trial, Silas asked Vienna to walk with him.

They went to the park near the river. The sun was bright. The air was cold. Silas moved slowly, his steps careful and deliberate. He was stronger than he had been in months, but he still tired easily. Vienna matched her pace to his.

"Thank you for coming with me," he said.

"Of course. I would do anything for you."

He smiled. It was a thin smile, but it was real. "I know you would. That is why I need to talk to you."

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