at last broke through that endless night. He had
no words to strengthen them, his bluster gone
to silence. One by one they came . Grief bade
them gather there. The shadowed room was clad
in memories. Furtive eyes sought out the spot
where He had stood. The big man’s shame burned hot.
The One with whom he’d sworn to die was dead.
And he was not.
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