The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the jagged teeth of the church spire against a sky that bruised purple and grey, and I stood there, my boots sinking into the mud, feeling the cold seep up through the soles into my bones, while the bellman, old Silas, dragged his heavy boots behind him, the sound like the grinding of millstones, a...

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