Castle in

In the distance I could see, the castle fall, our army at speed. We rammed the gates and flowed right in, our armor clattering in the sharpest din. There we beheld their king in white, defiantly standing, his men at right. Your reign is over, sour king, screamed our captain in a voice to sting. Nevah! cried the monarch, defiant to the last, and woe and behold, he moved quite fast. For before we could match his move by the book, he'd switched places with the lumbering rook. Crap, said our captain, and we all saw what: they'd castled now, our victory was smut.


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