The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the road to the abbey into a river of mud. I walked. My boots were heavy. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. I was alone. The forest pressed close on either side, a dark wall of oak and ash. No birds sang. The silence was thick. It breathed against my face. I carried no weapon. I carried only my name and my silence. The abbey stood at the...

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