The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, I was not here, in this gray, wind-scoured valley of the North, but back in the lowland, where the air smelled of honey and dust. I saw her. I saw the garden gate, the white paint peeling in long, lazy curls. I saw the way the light caught the dust motes dancing in the shafts...

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