The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream did not begin with a vision, but with the smell of wet iron and crushed ferns. It was a scent that had no place in the stone cell where Elara sat, yet it was so potent, so undeniably real, that she gasped, her breath fogging in the stale air. She was not in the cell. She was in the highland moors of the Old Kingdom, where the sky was a bruised purple and the grass grew in thick,...

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