The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the alleyways of the shipyard into muddy rivers and made the air taste of rust and wet wool. I stood in the corner of the galley, my back against the cold brick, watching the steam rise from the dregs of my tea. It was a thin, bitter thing, brewed from leaves that had seen too many infusions, and it mirrored the state...

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