Prologue to a whisper: the lantern and the watchdog

the sounds of his footsteps echoed through the halls as he rushed about, trying not to be noticed despite the noise.  He knew there wasn’t much time left, but he would fix that,  finally he thought as he reached the center of the labyrinth.  Reaching into his bag he quickly produced the extra fuel for the great lantern,  a sigh of relief was the only noise he made as he used precision to add to the great light.  The world was safe for another ten years.

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