The Wistful Mountain

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The arrow struck Sir Thomas Whitmore in the left shoulder. He did not fall. He stood firm against the wooden barricade of the city gate. Rain slicked his hair. It ran down his face and mixed with the blood that seeped from the wound. The pain was a cold stone in his chest. It settled there. It did not leave. Below the wall, the enemy shouted. They were men of the lowlands. They wore bright...

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