"Morgan Erlin" had reached the climactic battle in his trilogy on Arthurian legend. It was his first draft and handwritten; he was old fashioned that way.
Mordred raised his sword -
Merlin hesitated. He had to write this scene. He had to. His therapist had said writing down his traumas might help him, and although he doubted this was what she'd had in mind, she was probably right.
Mordred raised his sword -
And suddenly realized what a jerk he was being. Morgana realized the same, and they all lived happily ever after. The words flooded out in a hasty scrawl.
His editor was not impressed.
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