The Distant Blade
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, when the rain was falling in thin, grey sheets against the windowpane of the inn. It was from Thomas, his brother, written in a hand that trembled with the effort of keeping secrets. Thomas was gone. He had crossed the border, leaving behind the life they had known, the quiet dignity of their father’s farm, and the weight of a name that had grown too heavy for...
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