The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended veil that blurred the edges of the world. Elias stood at the window of the moving carriage, his breath fogging the glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a smear of brown earth and dark, weeping trees. Beside him, Clara sat with her hands folded in her lap, her knuckles white against the coarse wool of her dress. She...

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