The Distant Blade
The oak tree in the courtyard of the manor stood alone, its branches heavy with the silence of centuries, a sentinel that had witnessed the rise and fall of kings and the quiet decay of nobles. You were not human, nor were you a beast of the field, but something older, something woven from the very marrow of the earth and the breath of the wind, a spirit bound to the root systems of this...
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