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Night of the broken glass
It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. It came to me in a blinding flash, striking my skin with the harsh, repetitive whips of the slaughtering rain. I watched him fall, watched the skin turn grey and ashen white. Watched the senseless onslaught of death that fell like shaken leaves on a raw, broken branch. Randomly, their corpses fell silently and fluidly until the pigment drained s...