The Distant Blade

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2026-08-19 23:17:36 -

The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey blanket that suffocated the valley and turned the cobblestones of the keep’s courtyard into slick, treacherous mirrors. Inside the high hall, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner, his back against the cold stone, watching the door. He was a man...

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