The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a cold, gray sleet that turned the cobblestones of the old fortress town into a slick, treacherous mirror of the dying world. Sir Aldric Vane stood at the edge of the precipice, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a piece of his own frozen spine. He was a man carved from the same...

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