King Arthur's Encounter With A Loss Of Identity

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It was as if his soul had been emptied. Love and laughter, safety and comfort…there was nothing to replace them aside from a dismal gray void which held the faintest echo of every moment of sadness he'd ever known. And it was cold, this strange new reality… cold, hollow, lifeless… much like the limp hand he clung to as he knelt beside the funeral bier. Arthur had never felt more alone, for who could possibly understand the depths of his grief? King Uther had been a man who'd inspired respect born out of fear; even his closest allies had rarely witnessed anything aside from the facade of unyielding strength he'd always chosen to present to friend and foe alike. But to his son, Uther had been another man entirely. And as Arthur mourned his

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