The Faded Portrait

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The steel bites deep. You feel it slide between the ribs, cold and wet. The knight in black armor falls. He does not scream. He simply stops. The mud of the field is thick. It sucks at your boots. You stand alone. The banner of your house flutters in the wind. It is torn. It is dirty. But it is yours. You pull the sword free. The blood is dark. It stains the metal. You wipe it on the dead man’s...

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