The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell in sheets of gray slate, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice. His uniform was soaked through. The wool clung to his ribs, heavy with water and the cold memory of the day he had worn it for the last time as a man who believed in lines drawn on maps. He held the sword in his right hand. The blade was short, curved, forged from a...

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