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Wise Man's Fear Prologue

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Answer
Dawn
was
coming.
The
Waystone
inn
lay
in
silence,
and
it
was
a
silence
of
three
parts.
The
most
obvious
part
was
a
vast
echoing
quiet
made
by
things
that
were
lacking.
If
there
had
been
a
storm
raindrops
would
have
tapped
and
pattered
against
the
selas
vines
behind
the
inn.
Thunder
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would
have
muttered
and
rumbled
and
chased
the
silence
down
the
road
like
fallen
autumn
leaves.
If
there
had
been
travelers
stirring
in
their
rooms
they
would
have
streached
and
grumbled
the
silence
away
like
fraying,
half-forgotten
dreams.
If
there
had
been
music,
but
no.
of
course
there
was
no
music.
In
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fact
there
were
none
of
these
things
and
so
the
silence
remained.
Inside
the
Waystone
a
dark
haired
man
eased
the
backdoor
closed
behind
himself.
Moving
through
the
perfect
dark,
he
crept
through
the
kitchen,
across
the
taproom,
and
down
the
basement
stairs.
With
the
ease
of
long
experience,
he
avoided
loose
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boards
that
might
groan
or
sigh
beneath
his
weight.
Each
slow
step
made
only
the
barest
tep
against
the
floor.
in
doing
this
he
added
his
small,
fertive
silence
to
the
larger
echoing
one.
They
made
an
amalgom
of
sorts.
a
counterpoint.
The
third
silence
was
not
an
easy
thing
to
notice.
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If
you
listened
long
enough
you
might
begin
to
feel
it
in
the
chill
of
the
window
glass
and
smooth
plaster
walls
of
the
innkeeper's
room.
It
was
in
the
dark
chest
that
lay
at
the
foot
of
a
hard
and
narrow
bed.
And
it
was
in
the
hands
of
the
man
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who
lay
there,
motionless,
watching
for
the
first
pale
hint
of
dawns
coming
light.
The
man
had
true
red
hair,
red
as
flame.
His
eyes
were
dark
and
distant,
and
he
lay
with
the
resigned
air
of
one
who
has
long
abandoned
any
hope
of
sleep.
The
Waystone
was
his,
just
as
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the
third
silence
was
his.
This
was
appropriate,
as
it
was
the
greatest
silence
of
three,
holding
the
others
inside
itself.
It
was
deep
and
wide
as
autumn's
ending.
It
was
heavy
as
a
great
river
smoothed
stone
it
was
the
patient,
cut-flower
sound
of
a
man
who
is
waiting
to
die.
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