The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the undercroft tasted of wet stone and the slow, heavy decay of centuries, a flavor that had settled into my very marrow until I could no longer distinguish the dampness of the walls from the dampness of my own fear, and as I held the hilt of the sword, which was cold and slick with the condensation of the earth, I felt the weight of it not as a burden but as a second skeleton, a...

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