The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of their coats and the damp hair of the hares fleeing the undergrowth. It was a weather that seemed to belong to no specific season, a perpetual twilight that erased the sharp edges of the world and reduced the landscape to a blur of mud and leaf litter. Elias walked with a limp that had become a...

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