The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You dream of the ring. It is gold. It is cold. It sits in the dust of the nursery floor, a small circle of light in the dark. You wake with the taste of metal in your mouth. The room is grey. The light comes through the high, narrow windows, thin and pale as bone. You are twelve years old. You are in the house of your father, Lord Ashworth. The house is old. The stones sweat. The air smells of...

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