The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The oak tree in the center of the square did not fall. It did not burn. It did not rot. It simply stood, its roots drinking deep from the soil of a world that no longer existed, its leaves a rusted bronze that caught the light of a sun that had long since set. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sound of wind in the leaves in my ears. It was a dream, or so I told myself, but the...

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