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The Watchers

In the hush of evening they arrived, five silent shapes in cloaks of night, Drifting like ghosts through the village green, casting a shadow of quiet might. Their footsteps whispered on cobblestones worn smooth by […]

AIM Extra

Not in my name

In this quiet hour, I summon words, a humble man amidst shadows long, To speak of wounds not my own, to voice a plea so loud and strong. For streets that haunt with harried silence, […]