The morning came, and all the city learned, the good, the bad, and the ugly, what their shadowy legend, their Dark Defender, had done in the night. The good could not countenance it, for they were ignorant, and the ugly felt shivers of fear and excitement; fear, lest they be discovered and disemboweled next, and excitement, for they knew so very well the long and willful blindness of the good. The bad, they nodded and understood. He had always been one of them at heart, anyway.
And one little girl prayed by a bedside she feared she’d never see again.
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