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“This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people. Some would say he moved in silence, with only the gentle clang of his golden-armored steps echoing like distant bells through the silent street. Some would say he spoke, that even in the far-off darkness, the sleeping heard him whisper, over and over, "You are not alone.” — V.E. Schwab
This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people.
Some would say he moved in silence, with only the gentle clang of his golden-armored steps echoing like distant bells through the silent street.
Some would say he spoke, that even in the far-off darkness, the sleeping heard him whisper, over and over, "You are not alone.