The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You have always been the hand that holds the sword, and now, in the dim, moss-eaten quiet of this stone hall, you are merely the hand, trembling and bare, wondering if the blade ever truly belonged to you or if you were simply the rust that kept it from falling apart. The air smells of wet wool and old iron, a scent that has seeped into the very grain of the floorboards and the skin of your...

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