This town of dust. Am I all that is left of the sane? Let this ink be my indictment. For I know I have caused this all… the silver… the silver protected us all along, like the wanderer said. And I sold it! I gave it away for nothing but broken promises, meaningless baubles, and cures that do nothing! Now all I have is the final piece, a precious coin that only remains because of that girl who stole it… to keep us safe, she said. I had her strung up, and yet… she gave me grace. I do not deserve it. I will join them in their chattering song soon.