The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

In the dream, which had no beginning but a terrible, sticky end, the mirror was not glass but a slab of frozen amber, and inside it, the face that looked back was not his own but his father’s, younger, harder, wearing the uniform of a man who had never learned to stop fighting the world. He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the metallic tang of old blood, and the first gray light of a...

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