RicochetThere are times when I almost awaken from this madness, when my brother's blood cries in the darkest part of night for vengeance instead of the fragile gimcrackery which passes for justice in this half-broken land.
But the pledge I made my blood-brother is enough to lull me back into sleep. A hundred promises to his people might be broken, but never mine to him. "Law over lynching," he said to me, "Justice for all," as he forged six silver bullets. I shall never take a life with one, lest his dream shatter.
Our dreams are better than we are.
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