The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog sat heavy on the valley floor, a thick, woolen blanket that smothered the sound of the world. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet turf. He was old. His hands, mapped with veins like dry riverbeds, gripped the railing of the iron gate. The gate was rusted, frozen shut by time and neglect. Beyond it lay the wasteland, the place where the war had chewed the...

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