The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, deliberate curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the old town square and the wet, breathing fog that swallowed the horizon, a phenomenon that the locals called the Weeping, though they said it with a reverence that bordered on terror, for it was during the Weeping that the air grew thick with the scent...

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