The Distant Blade
The snow fell like ash. It buried the keep. It buried the world. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the balcony. He wore his coat. The coat was red. It was once the color of blood. Now it was the color of rust. He looked at his hands. They shook. The cold was a living thing. It bit. It chewed. It entered the bone. Elias was a man of law. He was a man of order. In this kingdom, order was a myth. The...
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