The Golden Scar
The wall falls. Dust chokes the light. You cough. Stone dust. Sweet and gritty. You taste it. Your sword breaks. The blade snaps clean. A clean break. Like a bone. You stare at the hilt. Your hand shakes. Not from fear. From shock. You are a knight. You are armor. You are silence. But the sword is gone. You are empty. The room is a ruin. Once a hall. Now a grave. You see him. Edward Ashworth....
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