The Distant Nightmare
The iron bit of his horse, a destrier of the same charcoal hue as his soul, chattered against the teeth of the beast as they crested the ridge, the wind tearing at the tatters of his heraldry and exposing the raw, bleeding flesh of the man beneath the steel. He did not look down at the valley below, where the encampment of the King’s justice sprawled like a festering wound in the green earth,...
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