The Distant Summer

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The iron of the greatsword bit into the wet mud of the trench, and you felt the vibration of the clash travel up your arm, a cold shock that settled in the marrow of your bones as the enemy’s pike snapped against your shield, the sound a dry, hollow crack like a bone breaking in the dark. You were not fighting for a king or a banner, for the banners had long since rotted into rags and the kings...

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