The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog rolled in from the valley floor, thick as wool and heavy with the scent of wet stone and rotting lichen, swallowing the jagged peaks of the Pyrenees until the world was nothing but a grey, breathing void. I walked through it, my boots sinking into the mud that clung to the ancient switchback path, feeling the cold seep up through the soles and into the bones of my legs. I was not a man,...

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