The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, dark mirror that reflected nothing but the grey, weeping sky and the hollowed-out faces of those who walked it, and I walked among them with the heavy, leaden weight of a man who has forgotten his own name, carrying in my left hand a bundle of clothes so worn they seemed less like fabric and more...

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