A great battle is a terrible thing, the old knight said, but
in the midst of blood and carnage there is sometimes also
beauty, beauty that could break your heart. I will never
forget the way the sun looked. ten thousand men had died, and the air was
thick with moans and lamentations, but above us the sky
turned gold and red and orange, so beautiful it made me
weep to know that my sons would never see it.
— Mar 11, 2025 02:33AM
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