Instead of telling Greg, he went to the coffee table, uncovered Excalibur again, and lifted it reverently. He stopped for a moment to admire how it looked in his hand and how right it felt, before he walked over to Greg and stood in front of him, the sword gleaming in his hand despite the cloudy weather outside.
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Date: 2019-01-21 12:48 am (UTC)