The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cold has a texture, you learn, when it seeps into the marrow of a man who has forgotten the warmth of the sun, a texture that is not merely temperature but a weight, a heavy, wet wool blanket dragged over the face of the world, and you stand in the center of the hall, your hands slick with a red that is not quite blood but something older, something that tastes of iron and rust and the...

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