The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Mara stood at the edge of the fog. The mist was thick. It tasted of iron. It smelled of old blood. She held her rifle. Her hands shook. The wood was warm. The metal was cold. "Go," she said. Her voice was thin. It broke in the air. "Go, Thomas." Thomas did not look back. He walked into the white. His boots made no sound. The ground was soft. It was not earth. It was something else. Something...

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