The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You wake in the cold. The stone bites your back. It is an old castle. Or a prison. It feels like both. The air tastes of rust and wet wool. You do not know your name. You do not know why you are here. You only know the weight. It sits on your chest. It is heavy. It is iron. It is yours. The door opens. Light floods in. It is blinding. A woman stands there. She is tall. She wears gray. Her hair...

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