Written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community

There are days when the rattle and thrum of this city are too loud for me, when I want them all to stop fussing, to leave me be so that I can think back, and decide whether it was all worth it. Was there anything, in all my life, that people will look back on, and say he did this? Through the blood and the fear and the deaths - aye, the deaths, too many by my own hands - through the pain and the secrecy, will anyone notice?

If nothing else, I did one good thing. I made them.

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September 2007

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