The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You wake up wearing the coat. It is not your coat. The wool is heavy, dark as a bruise, and it smells of iron and old rain. You are standing in the mud of the town square, the cobblestones slick under your boots. The air is thick, foggy, tasting of coal smoke and something sweeter, rotting. You know this feeling. You have felt it before, in dreams that felt more real than the waking world. You...

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