The Pale Echo
The snow fell thick. It covered the blood. Thomas stood in the courtyard. His sword was broken. The hilt was in his hand. The blade lay in the mud. He looked at it. He did not pick it up. The air was cold. It bit his nose. It froze his eyelashes. "You did this," said a voice. It was his brother. William. William stood by the gate. His armor was dented. His face was pale. He held a dagger. The...
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