The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The oak stood at the edge of the property, a sentinel of dark, twisted wood that had watched our family for three generations. Its roots drank deep from the soil, its branches reaching out like grasping hands toward a sky that felt increasingly thin and cold. I stood before it with my coat already on, my hands in my pockets, feeling the chill of the November air bite through the wool. The house...

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