The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell in sheets. Cold. Thin. It soaked the wool of my tunic. I walked the ridge. The mist swallowed the pines. I held the blade. It was warm. It hummed. A low vibration in the bone. Not sound. Feeling. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a soldier. I am a ghost. The distinction matters. Less than I thought. I walked for three days. No food. No water. The thirst was a beast. It gnawed. The...

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