The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hit the stone walls of the Abbey with a hiss. It was a cold, wet sound. Elias stood in the courtyard. His hands shook. The water ran down his face. He did not wipe it away. He watched the mud form under his boots. The sky was gray. It looked like old iron. He was not a monk. He was a scribe. Or he had been. Now he was just a man with a cough. The cough rattled in his chest. It sounded...

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