The Distant Blade
The tower stood alone on the cliff edge, a jagged tooth of grey stone against the bruised purple sky. You stood at its base, your hands trembling in the cold damp air, holding the heavy iron key that had been passed down through three generations of your family. Your brother, Thomas, lay dead in the village square below, his chest torn open by a blade that did not look like any weapon forged in...
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