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The Night GuardIt was a bitter winters night. Clouds towering like black mountains in the sky. Icy rain fell like needles as lightning bolts struck and thunder shattered the eerie silence. Protected from the worst of the rain, but whipped by the cruel wind, Michael Loue sat alone on a bench, in St. Lazare station. He wrapped himself in his coat for warmth. He was in his mid sixties, but looked almost eighty. Perhaps as a result of a hard life and little sleep. But despite his age, his wrinkled face and black wispy hair, his brilliant green eyes still shone bright and sparkled in the dim light of the station. And as he sat and waited for his train to bring him his new life, he cast his mind back .
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