The Wistful Crossroads

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The mud was thick with the blood of horses and men, a slick, dark paste that clung to Thomas Bradshaw’s boots as he dragged his sword through the muck. He was not a man who thought before he swung; he was a man who swung before he thought, a blunt instrument of the King’s will in a world that had gone mad with its own machinery. Around him, the air tasted of iron and burnt parchment, the scent...

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