The wind howled across the plains outside Camelot. In the silence before dawn, a figure ran—small, barefoot, cloaked in rags, her breath quick with fear.
Behind her, torches flared. Voices shouted.

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The wind howled across the plains outside Camelot. In the silence before dawn, a figure ran—small, barefoot, cloaked in rags, her breath quick with fear.
Behind her, torches flared. Voices shouted.

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