The Distant Blade
The blade did not shatter because it was weak, but because it was perfect. I remember the sound it made, a high, thin keen that cut through the damp air of the barracks, a sound like a violin string snapping in a silent room. It was the only weapon I had ever truly trusted, a slab of folded steel forged in the high forges of the Northern Reach, passed down through generations of our line. We...
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