The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The oak leaf is falling. You watch it spin, a slow, drunken waltz against the grey sky, until it strikes the muddy path with a wet, unremarkable thud. You are on your knees in the dirt, your hands caked in soil, your chest heaving with the sharp, metallic taste of exertion. You have been fighting the tree. Not with a sword, but with your whole body, with your teeth, with the frantic, animal...

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