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Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face and began quoting,
“The days are dark, the ocean surrounds.
My fate is unseen, my fate is not ground.”
The Guardian joined her.
“For God orders all, I am just a mist.
Hovering still, waiting for bliss.
The dark hides me well, my heart longs for light.
I live by this creed—it is all for the bright!”
Olivia smiled, happy her friend still remembered the old poem.
“Ainsling—do you still believe in the red string?”
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The other file stared back at him. Threats.
The file was thick. It mostly contained empty claims, but every threat to E.C.C.O. was investigated. The paperwork was ridiculous. There were a few red-flagged threats—ongoing investigations. The two biggest threats at present were the Freedom Restoration Movement and the mysterious Guardian.
–The Red Knot, Prologue
The vengeful herd closed in on Jack. He ran as fast as he was able, his lungs burning from the effort. His hope of escape disappeared when he turned the corner and found himself in a dead-end alley. Jack fell to his knees.
“This thing-a-ma-jig says it will be close to three hours. Better get comfortable and put on that hat like I told you earlier or you’re going to have some serious sunburn.”
T-bone scowled and reluctantly stuffed a fisherman’s hat over his thick head of dreads.
–The Red Knot, Chapter One, The Vision
“Yeah, maybe. Let’s talk about something else. Are you done with your swatch, Ainsling?”
Ainsling held up her square of knit work, the third attempt at reaching the correct gauge. She laid it down and set a special ruler over it to count the stitches horizontally and vertically. Finally, she got gauge!
“Cool! So, if I follow the instructions, it will be a perfect fit, right?”
Many of the knitters around them giggled.
Ainsling looked at them quizzically.
“Well, that’s not always how it works out, but it’s the best way to aim for the goal. Knitters strive to get gauge but—I know I’ve said it before and I will say it again—knitting keeps you humble,” Ellen chuckled.
-The Red Cloak, Days of the Guardian Vol. 2
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