The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The road did not end. It dissolved into the mist, a gray tongue licking the base of the cliffs. Elias walked. His boots were leather, worn thin by miles of stone and salt. They were good boots. He had maintained them with a devotion that bordered on madness. Every night, by the light of a lantern that burned with a pale, blue flame, he applied oil. He polished the heels. He stitched the soles....

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