The Distant Blade
The iron rail of the boundary line hummed with a low, resonant frequency that vibrated up through the soles of Elias’s boots and into the marrow of his shinbones, a sound less heard than felt, a physical pressure against the eardrums that made his teeth ache in the damp twilight of the moor. He stood with his back against the cold, wet stone of the watchtower’s foundation, the rain slicking his...
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