The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

"Put it down." The voice was thin. It cut through the wind. Margaret did not move. Her hands were locked around the hilt. The steel was cold. It bit into her palms. The blade was long. It was bright. It reflected the grey sky. It reflected her face. She looked up. Thomas stood ten yards away. He held a lantern. The flame trembled. It cast long shadows. The shadows stretched across the heather....

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