The battlements quaked

The battlements quaked. In the bedchamber the physician’s long hat quivered in the falling dust. He scratched the curled words, hurriedly, carefully, desperate to carry his thoughts, his steely will,  through his arm and quill. With the last word he shivered. The queen’s eyes softly opened and the world stilled.

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