The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mud was red. Not the brown, damp earth of our fields, but a thick, arterial crimson that sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy hiss. I swung the mace. It was heavy. Heavier than a man’s arm should be. The air tore around me, screaming. I hit the gate. The iron shattered. Sparks flew like angry stars. "Stay back!" I shouted. My voice cracked. It was not my voice. It was the voice of a girl...

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