"At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. Hold your hand for a moment. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. In one grave, mind.
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