The Distant Blade
The sky broke open not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against Ewan’s eardrums, a heavy, suffocating blanket that smothered the last of the wind. It was the day the valley burned, a conflagration of red and gold that consumed the timberline and rolled down into the lowlands where the people of Ashford had lived for three generations. Ewan...
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