one word [century]

(ref: here)

Robert was the last; oldest of his station, Robert had held the title and the responsibility.

Dressing up for his last day of duty, Robert mentally surveyed his life's work.

The jousts, the fights, the transition between stations, training his replacement - all were clear.

His clearest memory was eating the dark fruit.

It had been part of his initiation on the first day of his training.
He had promised to hold the role, to be the guardian, the centurian, and to do his duty.

And he had.

For a century.

Today was his last day. His replacement had died in some skirmish; none had shown themselves qualified.

And the fruit would wear off at midnight tonight.

There would be none to stand in the gap.

But he would finally rest.

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