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The demons that keep us apartThe night was dark, just like the day. He looked out. Into the black and saw everything, every soul. The wind blew, from where, he never really knew. But he never felt cold. He heard someone behind him. He turned.
"What?" He frowned slightly at the interruption. The servant looked nervous and bowed again.
"It's-She is here in-"
"Where?" He stepped forward swiftly and spoke with urgency. "Speak, man."
"Side chamber off the hall," the servant said quickly. He swept out of the room leaving the servant standing there. He strode down the hall and onto the side room. She was there. He stopped abruptly. She had heard him enter and turned. He inclined his head, his face stoic.
"Lord." She curtsied.
"You have the reply I presume." He walked to look out the window. He clasped his hands behind his back. She spoke from behind him.
"I do." She replied slowly. He waited for her to speak again. There was a pause.
"..no" She breathed. He turned slowly on his head to look at her. She
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