They sat in silence. Heavy, clinging, silence. Watching
straight ahead, not knowing what will come next. They press close against each
other, not daring anything. Clattering and the rhythm of feet are heard outside
their hideaway. Fear hangs thick in the air.
One of them buries her head deep. This is not the way it
was meant to be, they all know. Destruction has already come to neighbors,
family. Symbols were made for display. All by one man's hand.
Their star was made to wear with pride, not terror.
Words only make it more dangerous. So, they sit in
silence.
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