The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in this place does not fall; it hangs, a thick, grey curtain that blurs the horizon until the sky and the earth are indistinguishable. You are walking. You have been walking for what feels like days, though your watch, a heavy steel thing on your wrist, has stopped at 11:42. The ground beneath your boots is soft, spongy, smelling of rot and iron. You are a soldier, though you have not...

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