The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet stone and ancient moss, and you stood at the edge of the cliff with your father’s cloak draped over your shoulders, the heavy wool soaking up the dampness until it felt less like a garment and more like a second skin, a living thing that tightened around your ribs as the...

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