The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended, a grey veil that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky. Thomas Bradshaw sat alone in the overturned cart, the wood splintered around him like the ribs of a leviathan. He was the Inquisitor of the Ashen Vale, a title that carried more weight than the heavy iron signet ring he wore on his left hand. For three days, he had been walking,...

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