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正文内容:
一切的一切，都要从罗根的手下在广场上遇见了贾伦·沃德开始说起。
九把漆黑的枪口正在指着他的身躯，九个冷酷的卫兵正在等待号令。而他们的长官罗根，此时就站在这九人的身后，脸上露出的笑容视乎在告诉他人他对自己这番决定感到十分满意。
贾伦·沃德依旧静静的站在那里。他的机灵小心翼翼地从他的肩后探出头来悄悄观察着场上的局势。
罗根穿过人群，向前走去，仿佛在通过这般行为向在场的所有人宣告 — 这是他的地盘。“你想问我什么？还是说，质疑我什么？”他的话语中仿佛附着着一丝丝毫不起眼但触之即死的毒液，向贾伦飞去。“这里不是你的家，我们不欢迎你。”
我还记得罗根在这时做出的姿态。那个对贾伦展示自己所拥有的一切财富的姿态。
所有人依旧站在那一动不动。但安静的空气里似乎紧张的快要炸开。
不明所以的我拉了拉父亲的衣袖，但是回应我的只有肩膀上传来的因为父亲更加用力所带来的疼痛。虽然没有任何声音，但是我想任何人都能知道这种疼痛所带来的含义：现在还不是时候。
过去的几个月中，我一直观察着贾伦的一举一动，描绘着他那飘逸的姿态与灵巧的举止。我从未见过如他一般的人。他身上似乎有一种我无法理解的特质，然而在真正见到他的那一刻，我便理解了我所需要了解的那一切。他比我们更加富裕，不是财富力量又或者是地位的那种富裕。他只是比我们拥有的更多，仅此而已。
我想让我的父亲站出来阻止这一切的发生，于是我转头看向他，但我立刻就意识到他不想阻止这件事的继续，每个人都是如此，除了我之外。
当罗根大费口舌地批斗他，嘲笑他，细数他所犯下的罪状与身上所背负地罪孽之时，我的目光却紧紧的盯在贾伦腰间的手炮上。而贾伦的手，也稳稳地放在他的腰带之上。
我还记得那把武器的重量，那是一把古朴的手炮，但他在我一个年幼孩子的手中却显得如此轻盈。我脑海中的担忧消失了。取而代之的则是对他如此轻松举动的理解与信任。
“这是我们的村庄！我的！”罗根的脖颈充斥着血色，血液在他的体内奔涌，仿佛带着他那冲破云霄的怒气一般在他的皮肤下绽起青筋，他向眼前的这个叫贾伦的男人发出怒吼。他要利用贾伦为帕拉蒙的居民上一堂生动形象的课，一堂名叫服从的课。
但贾伦就像是惊涛骇浪中的一叶扁舟，虽然面对狂风暴雨不断飘摇，但始终不曾受到半分伤害。简短但清晰的声音从这个男人的身体中发出，“够了。”
听到回应的罗根轻蔑地笑出声来，毕竟此时正有九把枪指着面前的那个人，他就算是有三头六臂也不可能同时对付九把枪。“这就是你最后的遗言了吗？孩子？”
但下一秒种宛如雷霆刺破夜空，那人的身影仿佛一道连锁闪电一般迅捷且夺目。贾伦向罗根的宣告与他的动作几乎一同发生“是你的遗言，不是我的。”
等我反应过来时，一切都已经结束了，一丝带着辛辣气味的烟尘被我吸入胸腔，而那刺鼻的火药气味则指引我的目光向贾伦看去。
一缕纯净的烟雾围绕在贾伦的枪口。
而罗根跪倒在广场中央，他的额头上赫然多出了一个不可见底的黑洞，就像是那凝视永恒的瞳仁。
而造就这一切的那个男人，看向了指向他的九把手枪。而随他目光所至之处，那些枪一把接一把的低垂下去。我的余生便在此处正式开始了 — 在短短几年的时间中，众多生命的篇章也将在此处画上终止符。
原文内容:
Loken's men found Jaren Ward in the courtyard where this had all began.
Nine guns trained on him. Nine cold hearts awaiting the order. Magistrate Loken, standing behind them, looked pleased with himself.
Jaren Ward stood in silence. His Ghost peeked out over his shoulder.
Loken took in the crowd before stepping forward, as if to claim the ground - his ground. "You question me?" There was venom in his words. "This is not your home."
I remember Loken's gestures here. Making a show of it all.
Everyone else was still. Quiet.
I tugged at my father's sleeve, but he just tightened his grip on my shoulder to the point pain. His way of letting me know that this was not the time.
I'd watched Jaren's every move over the past months, mapping his effortless gestures and slight, earned mannerisms. I'd never seen anything like him. He was something I couldn't comprehend, and yet I felt I understood all I needed the moment I'd seen him. He was more than us. Not better. Not superior. Just more.
I wanted father to stop what was happening. Looking back now, I realize that he didn't want to stop it. No one d id.
As Loken belittled Jaren Ward, taunted him, enumerated his crimes and sins, my eyes were stuck on Jaren's pistol, fixed to his hip. His steady hand resting calmly on his belt.
I remembered the pistol's weight. Effortless. And my concern faded. I understood.
"This is our town! My town!" Loken was shouting now. He was going to make a show of Jaren - teach the people of Palamon a lesson in obedience.
Jaren spoke: clear, calm. "Not anymore."
Loken laughed dismissively. He had nine guns on his side. "Those gonna be your last words then, boy?"
The movement was a flash: quick as chain lightning. Jaren Ward spoke as he moved. "Yours. Not mine."
Smoke trailed from Jaren's revolver.
Loken hit the ground. A dark hole in his forehead. Eyes staring into eternity.
Jaren stared down the nine guns trained on him. One by one, they lowered their aim. And the rest of my life began - where, in a few short years, so many others would be ended.
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