The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Mara walked. The road was a ribbon of gray stone, worn smooth by centuries of feet that were no longer there. It cut through the heath, a jagged scar in the green flesh of the moor. The air was thin. It tasted of iron and wet wool. She carried a bundle on her back. It was heavy. Not with weight, but with presence. Inside the bundle was the coat. It was her father’s coat. Wool, thick and dark,...

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