The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog lay thick over the moors, a grey wool that swallowed the world whole. I walked. My boots sank into the wet peat with a sound like tearing cloth. The air tasted of iron and old rain. I was not walking toward anything. I was only moving away. The landscape was empty. It had been empty for three days. The industrial smoke from the distant mills hung low, a bruised purple against the pale...

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