For trombone quartet.

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After a long-fought revolt, a king has been overthrown. His royal army has been decimated, left scattered and powerless. All that remains of the once impressive force of militaristic strength are but a few rusted and broken sentries inherited from conflicts of distant history, deemed unfit for modern defense. Mysteriously, only after the tyrant king’s death, these giants were seen travelling in isolation far from the capital where they had been stored.

While victory was being celebrated by people of the capital, the old sentries continued to march as a nearby village, small and insignificant, watched in awe. They seemed to have been sent away in retreat from a battle they could not win, perhaps to keep them out of rebel hands. But as distance began to close between them and the rusted beasts, alarms were raised as the horrible march’s destination was made clear. Forgotten by those on the frontline, the village was left to face its impending destruction alone as its people tried to flee, the late king earning one last petty victory to his name.