He stood where moonlight sliced the stone, a paladin whose armor had learned to be quiet. The city slept beneath a quilt of frost; only the wind kept its vigils, threading secrets through alleys and between shuttered panes. From the high window, a single candle shivered, its flame a small defiance against the night’s hush.

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