The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain was not falling so much as it was being hammered into the earth by a wind that had lost its name, a gale that screamed through the bare branches of the pines with a sound like tearing canvas, and in the center of this howling void stood Arthur Pendelton, his hands trembling not from the cold but from a vibration that seemed to originate in the marrow of his bones, holding a small,...

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