The Distant Journey

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The rain fell on the courtyard. It was a cold rain. It washed the stone. It washed the blood. Sir Thomas stood alone. He held his sword. The blade was still wet. The water ran down the steel. It ran down his hand. It dripped onto the cobblestones. He did not move. He did not breathe. The air was thick. It smelled of iron. It smelled of wet earth. He looked at the sword. It was a mirror. He saw...

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