The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron in my hand did not burn, though the forge outside had been lit since the dawn, and the heat that seeped through the stone walls of the sanctuary was a living, breathing thing, a thick, humid breath that pressed against my skin and settled in the marrow of my bones. I was alone, or so I believed, for the doors were barred with heavy oak and iron bands, and the only other soul in this...

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