The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron gate of the City of Stone had not opened in a hundred years, yet today it groaned as if waking from a fever. "Look," whispered Elian. He was twelve, small for his age, with eyes the color of wet slate. He stood beside Marcus, who was older, broader, and carrying a staff of polished oak that looked too heavy for his hands. "It’s moving. The whole side is moving." Marcus did not look up....

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