The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky. Inside the stone hall, the air smelled of wet wool and old iron. Silas stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold sill, watching the droplets climb slowly up the glass against gravity. He was a man carved from the same quiet stone as the walls,...

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