The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron was cold, yet it burned. "You feel it," said the Keeper. His voice was dry, like leaves crushed underfoot. He stood behind the bars, a silhouette against the pale, bruised sky of the upper realm. "The resonance. It is not in the hand. It is in the marrow." Margaret did not answer. She could not. Her mouth was a dry cavern, her tongue a stone. She stared at the object in her lap, the...

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