The Faded Frontier
The sword broke. It snapped at the hilt. The steel tip spun into the mud. I held the jagged handle. The wood was wet. My hands shook. The knight across from me stopped. He tilted his head. He did not strike. "Is that all, Thomas?" he asked. His voice was soft. It was the sound of dry leaves. I looked at him. He wore armor of blackened iron. It was dented. It was old. I knew this armor. I had...
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