The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell in sheets of iron against the slate roof of the watchtower, a rhythmic, percussive drumming that seemed to count down the seconds of my existence. I stood before the mirror, the glass dark and clouded with the damp chill of the mountain air, and I watched the man who wore my face. He was not a hero, nor was he a villain; he was a mechanism of the Crown, a blade forged in the fires...

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