The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the Hollows did not smell of decay, as the old stories promised, but of wet iron and crushed violets, a scent that Maren had come to associate with the taste of her own blood when she bit down hard enough to feel the copper tang bloom across her tongue. She stood in the center of the circular clearing, her boots sinking into the moss that was not moss but a dense, breathing carpet of...

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