The Wistful Mountain

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The dust was red, the color of old dried blood, and it choked the air in the lower bailey where the clash of steel had finally ceased. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood with his sword raised, the tip trembling slightly not from exhaustion, but from the sudden, heavy silence that had fallen over the courtyard. His armor, once polished to a mirror shine by his squire, was now dented and scratched, the...

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