The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was of iron. Not the rusted, flaking kind that clings to fences in autumn, but the bright, cold steel of a fresh forge. It hung in the air, suspended by nothing, humming a low note that vibrated in the teeth. Arthur stood before it. He did not reach for it. He watched it turn, slow and steady, catching the light of a sun that had no source. In the dream, the iron was not a tool. It...

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