The Wistful Letter

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The sword broke. It snapped clean through the guard. The metal rang out like a bell in a dead church. I held the hilt in my right hand. The tip lay in the mud before me. The crowd was silent. They were not silent because they were afraid. They were silent because they did not understand. I stood on the silver floor of the Great Hall. My feet were bare. The cold bit into the soles. It was a...

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