The Distant Legend
The rain against the windowpanes of the war room was a rhythmic, insistent tapping that sounded, to Sir Thomas, exactly like the drumming of his own pulse, which had not slowed since the first shot was fired, and it was this relentless, mechanical persistence of the storm that drove the silence between the two men, a silence that was not empty but rather a heavy, breathing thing, thick with the...
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