The Distant Blade
The sword broke. Not with a shout, but with a crack like a dry branch snapping underfoot. I looked down. The blade was in two pieces. Shards of steel glittered on the cold stone floor. My hand still gripped the hilt. The other piece lay near the King’s foot. I waited for the scream. I waited for the guards to rush in. They did not move. The King stared at the broken sword. Then he looked at...
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