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Amidst those who strut with illicit pride, even after sinking a dagger into others with stealth, there stands me, burdened by a persisting pang of guilt whenever I inadvertently crush an ant underfoot.
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Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
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― Nights of the Round Table and Other Stories of Heroic Fantasy
― Nights of the Round Table and Other Stories of Heroic Fantasy
