What Happened To Mordred's Place In Camelot?

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Mordred would always be at his most comfortable in the forest, having been raised as a Druid for much of his life. Yet there was something about Camelot he adored above all other places – not the bustling activity that marked its sunny days, but the ethereal silence which blanketed the city late at night, the soft glow of moonlight bathing the towers of the Citadel as its inhabitants slept peacefully beneath the velvet firmament.

In the beginning, Mordred assumed it was the beauty alone that appealed to his senses so much, but after spending quite a few months in Camelot, he realized it was something more than that. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it had something to do with possibility… promise… a fleeting glimpse of stillness

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