The Distant Blade
The winter that broke the bones of the valley did not arrive with the gentle whisper of snowflakes but with the heavy, suffocating weight of a grey sky that seemed to press down upon the thatched roofs of Oakhaven until the timbers groaned in protest. It was a silence that tasted of iron and wet ash, a silence that settled into the marrow of those who lived within the village’s crumbling stone...
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