The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron was cold. It lay on the stone floor. A long, dark shape. It was not a sword. It was a blade. Raw and unrefined. It had come from the mountain. It was meant for the king. But the king was dead. Or so they said. Edgar stood in the corner. He held his shield. The wood was splintered. The leather straps were wet with sweat. He was a warrior. He had killed men. He had bled for the lord. Now...

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