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Sir Michael presses the letter to his lips. Then, with reverence, he lays it on the grass.
“I do not know what I am anymore. I have fought dragons, I have stared into the jaws of death and not flinched.”
His laugh is short and ugly, barely a laugh at all. It cuts through the monologue like the very blade that cut down William.
“But I cannot do this. I cannot live in a world where he is gone.”
Michael opens his eyes, and drives the sword into the earth. Silence, nothingness. The world holds its breath. For a single heartbeat, nothing happens.
Then the grave answers.
“Follow the trail of gold, until blue meets yellow in the west.” The Goddess replies.