The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in the town of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of your coat and settled into the joints of your fingers with the quiet persistence of a debt that could never be fully repaid, a dampness that seeped through the leather of your boots and up into the marrow of your bones, making every movement a labor of deliberate, aching...

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