The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The village of Oakhaven sat in the valley like a bruise, purple and swollen with the weight of its own silence. It was a place where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron, where the fog rolled in from the river every morning to swallow the fields whole. In this town, words were scarce, and when spoken, they carried the sharp edge of a blade. The people looked at the sky with the wary eyes of...

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