The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The road was wet. It glistened under the bruised sky like a wound that would not close. Thomas Ashworth walked it. He walked it with the heavy step of a man carrying a stone in his gut. The village of Oakhaven lay ahead. It was a cluster of dark timber and stone, huddled against the hill. The air smelled of rain and woodsmoke. It smelled of old blood. Thomas carried a blade. It was sheathed at...

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