The Distant Blade

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2026-08-18 08:30:15 -

The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the village square and seeped into the marrow of the bones of anyone foolish enough to stand still long enough to feel the cold settle deep into their joints. I had been standing there for three days, or perhaps it had been three nights, time having lost its rigid architectural structure and become...

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