The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream came first. It always did. I was small. My hands were red. The water was black and thick as oil. In the dark, something breathed. It was not a sound. It was a pressure against my chest. I woke gasping. The room was cold. The candle had burned to a stub. My name is Elara. I am twelve. I live in the village of Oakhaven. We are a poor place. The mist rolls in from the moor every night....

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