The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mist that clung to the valley of Ashworth did not merely obscure the world; it devoured it, swallowing the sharp angles of the stone keep and the jagged spires of the distant cathedral until all that remained was a grey, breathing void where the air tasted of iron and wet moss. I walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man who has long since ceased to expect mercy from the earth beneath...

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