Reflective of my mood at the moment.
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His glory was long gone. He sat in his chair thinking of the days when the world had purpose for him. Struggling, he wonders, “How long has it been?”. It seems that memory has begun to fail him. Rust has claimed his armor. Once upon a time, it drunk its share of sunlight. His shield; the holes reveal a cozy rats nest. He raises his hand and gazes past it at the stone door. The age of heroes has passed. That he knew. “One day they’ll need me again. Until then, I shall wait.”, thought Arthur. And so he did.
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