The Distant Clue
The sword broke. It snapped clean at the hilt. Wood and steel scattered on the stone floor of the keep. Silence followed. It was a heavy silence. The kind that has weight. Edward Ashworth stood alone. His chest heaved. Blood ran from a gash on his forehead. It dripped onto his armor. Red drops on silver. He looked at the body. Lord Malachi lay still. The great man was gone. The tyrant of the...
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