The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell upon the valley not as water, but as a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones, a cold that had become my companion in these final days of the march. I stood at the edge of the precipice, looking down into the churning fog that obscured the bottom of the ravine, and I felt the weight of the sword at my hip, a heavy, familiar burden...

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