The Distant Blade
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the valley into a slick, treacherous mirror, and I had forgotten, for a moment, the weight of the satchel on my back, letting my mind drift into the comfortable, dusty silence of the library where I had spent the last decade cataloging the lives of men who had already died, a task that felt less...
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