The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wind off the moor does not howl; it hums, a low and persistent vibration that settles in the marrow of your bones and refuses to leave. You stand at the edge of the cliff, where the grass turns brown and brittle under the weight of an autumn that seems to stretch on forever, watching the sea churn against the rocks below. It is a gray, featureless expanse, indistinguishable from the sky, as...

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