The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mist did not rise from the valley floor; it exhaled from the stones themselves, a cold, grey breath that tasted of iron and old rain. You walk, and the world is not the world you left three days ago in the village of Oakhaven. Here, in the Highlands of the North, the air is thick with a silence that feels less like an absence of sound and more like a held breath. You are a man of the King’s...

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