The Distant Joke
The blade broke against the shield. A clean, white snap. Iron met iron and failed. The world narrowed to the ringing in Elias’s ears and the smell of wet ash. He stood in the center of the square, surrounded by the gray stone of the city, and he held nothing but a hilt. The hilt was still warm from his grip. It was a cold morning. The mist clung to the cobblestones like a shroud. Around him,...
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