The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron door groaned. It was a sound like a dying beast. Elias pressed his back against the stone. Cold. Wet. The dampness seeped through his tunic. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. He was the Sinner. That was his name now. Not Elias. Not the son of Thomas. Just the Sinner. The cell was small. A cube of darkness. One window. A slit of sky. High up. Beyond reach. He watched...

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