The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven into the earth by a wind that smelled of wet stone and ancient, rotting wood. In the center of the courtyard, the mud had become a grey slurry, thick enough to swallow a man’s boot whole, and in that slurry stood Caelen Vane, a man whose armor was no longer just metal but a second skin of rust and dried blood. He was breathing hard, the air rasping...

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