The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had stopped. It simply ceased, mid-fall, leaving the air heavy with the scent of wet stone and crushed pine. Elias stood at the edge of the clearing. He was old. His hands, mapped with the blue veins of a man who had spent a lifetime listening to the silence, trembled slightly. He held a small, leather-bound book in his left hand. In his right, he held nothing. Or rather, he held the...

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