The Distant Legend

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The rain had stopped, but the air in the keep remained thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Thomas stood alone in the center of the great hall. He was a large man, built for the field, but he moved with the careful slowness of a creature that knows its wound is fatal. In his hands, he held the sword. It was a heavy thing, forged in the old ways, with a crossguard of dark iron that...

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