The Distant Blade
You wake before the light has fully surrendered the horizon to the day, the air in the cottage thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient pine, a smell that has seeped into the very marrow of your bones since you first crossed the sea to this remote, jagged coast. The bed is cold, the sheets twisted in the shape of your restless sleep, and for a moment, you are not you, but a ghost hovering...
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