The Distant Blade
The sword is a mirror. You know this. The steel does not judge. It only reflects. You hold it in your right hand. The grip is worn smooth by generations of thumbs before yours. The pommel is cold. It is winter. The court is cold. You stand before the High Court of Aethelgard. The stone floor is black marble. It shines like a frozen lake. You are the last Knight of the Order. Your armor is...
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