The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The road was mud. The rain was cold. Maren walked. Her boots were heavy. Her cloak was wet. It weighed against her shoulders like a shroud. She was not a woman of the court. She was a thing of the border. A whisper in the wind. The guards at the gate saw her and stepped back. Their hands went to their swords. They feared what they could not name. Maren did not speak. She walked through the...

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