The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old iron. Torches sputtered in the stone sconces. Shadows danced on the high vaulted ceiling. It was a feast for the King. But Sir Aldric felt only the weight of the steel on his back. He sat at the long table. His wife, Elara, sat opposite him. Her hands were still. Her eyes were bright. She looked at the king. The king raised a goblet. He spoke of glory....

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