The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky, and in the cellar of the blacksmith’s shop, where the air tasted of wet iron and old sweat, Thomas Bradshaw sat on a stool with his head in his hands, listening to the drip-drip-drip of the water leaking from the thatch above, each drop...

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