The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The stone did not break. It breathed. In the dream, Elias lay in a pit of cold earth, his hands bound by ropes that felt like living vines, tight and warm against his wrists. Above him, the sky was not blue but a deep, bruised violet, heavy with clouds that had no wind to move them. He could hear the scratching of roots digging through the soil, seeking the water of his tears. He knew, with the...

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