The Distant Affair

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The iron pommel of my sword was slick with sweat and something darker. I did not look up. I could not. To look up would be to see the face I had spent ten years trying to kill, and my arms would fail me. The man before me was wearing the blackened plate of the Order of the Silver Coin. His helm was off, resting in the mud behind him, revealing a jaw clenched in a grimace that looked too...

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