by Pyco
There were six soldiers in black leather with silver trim, red armbands stamped with the state seal — an open hand, a scale — standing at the corners of a square they'd made with their bodies at the top of the steps. They did not look at the crowd. They looked at nothing, eyes fixed on the middle distance, men who had learned that looking at things gives them weight.
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