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On a wintry night, Merlin stared up at the heavens, waiting for a sign, an echo of a man he once knew. The other villagers were hiding, safely tucked inside cottages with barred windows and salted floors, where no ghost dared enter.
Unearthly hoofbeats. Drums of war.
The huntsmen rode across the skies at full gallop, they made their way from star to star. There, at the head, guiding them on their pursuits was Arthur. His silhouette knitted on the firmament.
And for a night, Merlin saw him rise again. King Arthur and his knights, restoring peace with the wild.