The Distant Legend

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You are bleeding. The red is warm. It soaks into the coarse wool of your tunic, heavy and hot against your skin. You do not look down. You look at him. He is on his knees. The mud of the courtyard sucks at his boots. He holds a dagger in his right hand, but his arm is shaking. It is not the strength of a warrior. It is the tremor of a leaf in a gale. You know this man. You have known him for...

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