Black Armor

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The sun hid and withdrew its light the day he stepped boldly onto the battlefield. His black armor reflected only shadow as he strode toward the enemy encampment.

His pupils dilated and merged with the whites, like black ink staining silk, and he saw it all. The warhorses, catapults, mercenaries, soldiers—unknowingly waiting to die.



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