The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wind bit through wool and skin. It cut sharp. It cut cold. Thomas Ashworth walked. His boots crunched on the frost. The path was white. The trees were black. They stood like sentinels. They held their breath. Thomas did not breathe. He kept his mouth shut. He kept his eyes down. He looked at the dust. He looked at the snow. He walked on. Behind him, the village slept. Smoke curled from...

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