The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog did not roll in from the harbor, as it did in the old stories, but it seeped up from the cobblestones, cold and damp, smelling of wet wool and iron. It was the Feast of St. Jude, a day of strange, inverted joy in the town of Blackwood. The air was thick with the scent of roasting lamb and spiced wine, the kind that made the head swim and the eyes water. We had gathered in the great hall...

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