The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mud was cold and tasted of iron. It coated my teeth, a gritty paste that mixed with the copper tang of blood, and I spat it out onto the wet grass of the field. My hand, slick and trembling, still clutched the hilt of the sword, though the blade itself lay a few feet away, sunk into the earth, vibrating with a low, mournful hum that I could feel in my bones rather than hear with my ears. I...

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