The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the old town, a thick, grey shroud that smelled of damp wool and extinguished fires. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the tavern, his hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had long since gone cold. He was a man built for the garrison, broad-shouldered and silent, with a face that seemed carved from the same stone as the castle walls overlooking...

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