The trinket seller watched it all from the jail of his fingers, as a child he did not know huddled at his side. His entire body tremored, and all of his stubborn history fell off his shaking shoulders as he became acquainted with the parchment-thin divide between breath and stillness. It was then, upon the basest moment of my fear, that I saw the two warriors, running toward the fray. And with widened eyes I watched them approach the great wall of the Divine City and witnessed them perform their second miracle.
