The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had been falling for three days when Sir Elias Thorne decided to leave. It was a cold, gray drizzle that seeped through the wool of his cloak and settled into the marrow of his bones, a constant, damp whisper against the silence of the manor house. He stood before the tall, arched window in the great hall, watching the mist swallow the distant hills where the village of Oakhaven lay....

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