The Wistful Voyage

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The oak trees on the hill had been there since before the castle walls were raised. They stood like silent sentinels, their roots tangled in the bedrock, their leaves a dull, persistent green that never fully turned brown, even in the deep of winter. Sir Arthur stood before them. He was old now. His armor, once polished to a mirror shine, was dull with age and rust. The leather of his gauntlets...

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