The Distant Legend
The blood was warm and thick, tasting of iron and copper, a metallic tang that coated my tongue as I pressed my forearm against the gullet of the man who had just tried to end my life. I did not remember how I had gotten from the watchtower to the cobblestones of the courtyard, nor did I care to reconstruct the physics of the fall or the specific angle of the blade that had sought my heart....
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