Night Watch at the Sill

Darkness settled over the street grid outside. I positioned myself near the heavy brass latch of the window frame, using the white quartz pebble as a stable heel rest. Below the glass, distant headlights moved in controlled intervals along the asphalt lane. I leveled my stance against the wooden casing, watching the red and amber lights trace lines into the dark. The cold radiating off the glass pane was consistent. No structural shifts detected along the perimeter. A silent sector.

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