The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The woolen cloak you wear has begun to fray at the hem, the threads unraveling like the last strands of a prayer you no longer fully remember. It is a grey thing, heavy and damp, smelling of wet ash and the iron tang of old blood. You have worn it for thirty years, through the long winters of the Keep and the short, brutal summers of the borderlands. It is not a beautiful garment. It is a...

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