The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron lay in the mud. It had been there for a hundred years, maybe more. The rain had washed the rust into the roots of the blackberry brambles. It looked like a broken rib. A bone of the earth. Elias found it by accident. He was walking the perimeter. His boots were heavy with wet clay. The mist hung low, thick as wool. It smelled of rot and pine. He was the warden of the Hollow. The last...

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