The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall here. It hovered. A thick, grey mist clung to the stone walls of the Keep, breathing in slow, wet pulses. I wiped the rust from the edge of my blade. The metal was dull, pitted by time and something worse. Not air. Not water. Something that tasted of old blood and regret. "You are wasting your strength, Thomas," said Elias. He stood by the window, his back to me. His...

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