The broad, rolling meadow had at great cost been tiled. In the stillness of hot summer days the trees painted designs of camouflage upon the faces of the dead. And when it rained royalty took their old decorative swords and laid down inside. Quiet was never heard.
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The broad, rolling meadow had at great cost been tiled. In the stillness of hot summer days the trees painted designs of camouflage upon the faces of the dead. And when it rained royalty took their old decorative swords and laid down inside. Quiet was never heard.