The Distant Blade
The mist did not merely hang over the valley of Elowen’s home; it consumed it, a thick, white wool that swallowed the sharp edges of the world and left only a soft, pulsing uncertainty in its wake. Elowen stood alone on the precipice of the old stone wall, her fingers digging into the mossy flagstones until her knuckles turned the color of old bone, feeling the vibration of the earth beneath...
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