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A Flash of Glory.
The damp earth squished beneath his feet. The knight had come to the swamp on a quest. He drew his sword, the steel glinting. A demon jumped from the brambles, spittle flying. It growled. The knight closed. He dodged as the demon clawed, but the demon grabbed him on a second try. It pinned him. The knight swung his sword in a flash of glory. The blood sprayed. The demon fell. The knight: a savior.
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