The Distant Blade
The frost came early that year, not with the gentle whisper of a winter’s eve but with the violent, shattering crack of a world breaking apart. The sky above the village of Oakhaven did not merely darken; it turned the color of bruised iron, and the air grew thick with a silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath of a giant before a strike. Elias Thorne stood in the center...
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