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The Demonstration

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The Council had lined up in a broad half-circle along the edge of the clearing, dozens of hooded figures who stared silently back towards the hollow just before they were engulfed by the last fading toll of the bell.

Mist had started to push grey and thin through the canopy, catching on robes the colour of deep water, and from this place I knew where a human was supposed to feel in the shadow of something that old.

I am not going to allow myself to feel it.

At the edge of the clearing, a frail
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