The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent exhalation from the bruised sky that settled into the marrow of the bones of the men who stood watch at the edge of the valley, where the ancient oak trees stood like sentinels guarding a secret that had been kept for longer than any living memory could hold. Thomas Bradshaw, whose name had been worn smooth by years of quiet service...

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