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S HAWN S PEAKMAN<br />
Just when the knight was about to give up his vigil and head<br />
to his alley bed, the door to the darkened bookstore opened. Bran<br />
emerged into the night.<br />
Richard stood still, watching.<br />
The boy locked the door behind him. He wore a dark sweater<br />
and jeans, his hair as wild as in the morning. At first Bran did not<br />
move. Then with furtive eyes scanning his surroundings, he hiked<br />
a brown knapsack upon his shoulder and moved southward along<br />
First Avenue.<br />
Richard separated from the gloom and followed.<br />
The knight kept at a safe distance, thinking. Myrddin Emrys<br />
was a sneaky old bastard. He never made a choice that did not<br />
suit his ends. The boy had some role to play in Merle’s plans, and<br />
Richard could not—would not—let another innocent become a<br />
pawn. Richard no longer cared if the old man had a well-intentioned<br />
purpose or not; the knight had witnessed firsthand what<br />
that meant and wished it on no other.<br />
He would learn all he could about the new worker for Old<br />
World Tales.<br />
And decide how best to progress with Merle.<br />
Never deviating from the shadows, Richard watched Bran cut<br />
deeper into the heart of Pioneer Square. The knight hung back far<br />
enough to not be observed but close enough to keep up. He had<br />
no trouble; he knew every street, alley, and niche. The tall spire<br />
of Smith Tower lorded overhead, its white stucco gleaming, the<br />
light at its apex blazing amethyst over blocks of squat brick buildings.<br />
The night was mostly silent. As the boy avoided those leaving<br />
bars and traveled deeper into the Bricks, Richard passed bundles<br />
of sleeping bags, blankets, and flattened cardboard jammed into<br />
almost-hidden spaces. Homeless addicts, the mentally handicapped,<br />
criminals—or worse—they were the underbelly of a city<br />
that largely disdained them.<br />
No matter the new clothing he now wore, Richard had a great<br />
deal in common with the denizens of the Bricks.<br />
The self-contempt he carried in his heart made it so.<br />
Within the bowels of the building he walked passed, the portal<br />
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