The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the Appalachian foothills into a slick, sucking morass that clung to our boots with a tenacity that felt almost personal, almost hungry. I was walking beside my brother, Elias, though the distance between us had grown wider than the road itself, a chasm carved not by miles but by the weight of what lay ahead. We were moving toward...

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