But all he found were nightmares. It was a familiar scene. Lennox strode through the meadows of wheat with the sun beating down on his skin. The metal bundled to his back caused sweat to plaster his clothes against his body. The walk from the nearest village was long, but he made the trip to sell more of his blades. He’d been away nearly a week and he was eager to return home. It was early in his marriage and Lennox had plans to buy his wife the ring that he hadn’t been able to afford in the past. He’d been saving, not only for a jewel fit to be worn by so beautiful a face, but also for a new home fit for his wife to make comfortable. She was worthy of more than the shack they’d been living in. They would finally have a home in the countryside to raise children. The thought made him smile as he neared the village. His wife’s face filled his mind, an image of her holding a tiny babe. Chubby little fingers pulled on his wife’s long blonde locks. She was his angel, and she would give him a family that would be what men dream of.
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