The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had ceased, but the air remained heavy, tasting of wet stone and old iron. I stood in the antechamber of the Keep, a space so narrow and high that it felt less like a room and more like a throat waiting to swallow me. My name is Thomas, and I was no longer a man of consequence, only a shadow cast by a dying sun. Beside me stood Elara, my wife, her hand resting lightly on my forearm....

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