The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron is cold in your hand, heavier than it looks, colder than the morning frost that clings to the heather of the high moor. You walk alone, as you have always walked, your boots sinking into the mud that seems to pull at your heels with a hungry, viscous grip. The sky above is a bruise of grey and violet, pressing down on the land until the very air feels thick and difficult to draw into...

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