The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell tolled not for hours, but for death, a sound that cracked the air like a dry branch snapping under a heavy boot. You stood in the courtyard of the High Keep, the mud slick and cold against your worn boots, watching the smoke rise from the village below. It was a thin, grey ribbon, twisting upward into a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. In your hand, you held the blade. It was not...

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