The Distant Blade
The road was mud. It was deep, black, and cold. It clung to the boots of the boy, Thomas, like wet wool. He walked. His brother, Arthur, walked beside him. They were far from home. The castle was far behind. The king was dead. The queen was a stranger. The sword was in a box. The box was heavy. Thomas carried it. Arthur carried the pack. The pack was light. The sword was heavy. The weight was...
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