The Distant Blade
The road into the Vales was not a path but a suggestion, a ribbon of pale dust that unraveled itself against the dark, breathing pines of the highlands. Elias Thorne walked it with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who had long since learned that speed was a luxury he could no longer afford, his boots sinking into the soft earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow him whole. He...
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