The Distant Nightmare

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The blade snapped. It was a clean break. No jagged tear. Just a flat severance in the iron. I held the hilt. The metal was warm. My hand shook. The man across from me did not move. He stood in the center of the square. His name was Silas. He was tall. He wore gray wool. He looked at the broken sword in my hand. He looked at my face. He did not smile. He did not frown. He simply waited. I was a...

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