The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The river behind the city was not water, but a slow-moving vein of silver glass. It did not ripple. It did not flow. It simply was, a perfect, frozen sheet that reflected the grey sky with such clarity that one could see their own face staring back from the depths, distorted only by the slight curvature of the world. For twelve-year-old Elias, this was the only truth he knew. The rest of the...

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