Once upon a time there was a sacred sword embedded in the purple heather meadows of the North York Moors. A fair medieval maiden, whilst passing upon the horizon, took it upon herself to pluck the sacred sword from the midst of the heather and run amok with it past the sheepish guardians and the river dwelling crows of doom. And then something else happened...

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