• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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here at the end of the pier
daylight fading quietly
youth crouches, tensed
anticipating the shock
of water on face
oblivious to the three
guardians around him
abstract monkish robes
heads bald and therefore
presumed more wise

if they could speak
move their iron tongues
would they urge him happily in
or call him cautiously back