The Distant Blade

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2026-08-17 23:40:31 -

The Distant Blade

The blade is a sliver of moonlight. It hangs in the air, suspended by a thread of silver mist. You reach for it. Your fingers close on nothing. The cold bites into your skin. You pull your hand back. The dream dissolves. You wake in the barracks. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool and old iron. Rain drums against the high windows. You sit up. Your heart hammers against your ribs. A...

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