The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue, not the red blood of a cut, but the cold, metallic tang of the old forge. My hands were trembling, shaking against the rough wool of my blanket. I looked at them. They were large, thick-knuckled, stained with soot that had worked its way into the whorls of my fingerprints over thirty years. But in the dream, they had been clean. Too clean. The room...

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