The Distant Whispers

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The mud sucked at my boots. Thick, cold, and smelling of rot. I swung. The iron bit. He screamed. A high, thin sound. Like a bird caught in a wire. I did not stop. The crowd cheered. I could not hear it. Only the wet slap of flesh. Only the thud of my own heart. I was the King’s Man. The shield-bearer. The eye that did not blink. My name was Thomas. It did not matter. Names are for friends. I...

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