Arthur’s Bad Day (Again) I am King Arthur. Avalon’s mist clears, and I realize—oh, great—Excalibur is gone. Again. Camlann was a disaster, Mordred stabbed me, and now I’m dying dramatically on the battlefield. Merlin always babbled about destiny and returning—but come on, what good is a prophecy when you’re bleeding out? Just as the light…

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