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“The Gift at the Skaian Gate”

You watched the towers, 

waiting for her face.

The horizon burned; 

you fortified the wall,

and blessed the timber horse 

that filled the space.

But looking out,

you never heard the fall

—of iron latches, 

dropping in the square,

while shadows 

reaped the city, unaware.

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