The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, gray veil that turned the moor into a sea of wet wool. I walked. My boots were heavy. They were made of leather, old and stiff. They belonged to my father. I had not worn them in years. Today they felt like cages for my feet. I am a scholar of things that do not exist. That is the joke. That is the truth. I study the folklore of the lost. The...

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