The Distant Temple

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The sword broke. It snapped at the hilt. A clean severance. The blade fell into the mud. The hilt remained in Thomas’s hand. He stared at it. The wood was splintered. The iron pommel was cold. He looked up. The Duke stood ten paces away. His armor was polished. It reflected the grey sky. The sky was heavy. It pressed down on the field. The air smelled of wet wool and blood. Thomas did not run....

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