The Distant Blade

added blog Literature

2026-08-21 09:00:20 -

The Distant Blade

The rain does not fall so much as it is forced down, a grey curtain that blurs the line between the cobblestones of the lane and the mud of the ditch, and you walk with your boots heavy with the weight of a duty that has long since outgrown your shoulders. You are not a man of the old guard anymore, not since the last inspection, not since the silence in the barracks replaced the laughter, but...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews