The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, metallic rhythm against the tin roof of the watchtower. I sat in the center of the floor, my back against the cold concrete. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the adrenaline that still buzzed in my veins like a trapped fly. I was a Ranger. That was my title. That was my life. I wore the uniform like a second skin, heavy...

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