The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the soil of the valley into a thick, clinging paste of mud and rot. Inside the drafty stone house, the silence was not empty but heavy, pressing against the eardrums like the deep water of a submerged lake. Thomas sat on the floorboards, his back against the cold brick of the hearth, watching the single candle flame...

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