The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I dreamed of the fox. It ran through the snow. The snow was deep. It was white. It was silent. I followed it. My boots sank. The cold bit my skin. The fox looked back. Its eyes were gold. They were old. They were kind. I woke in the cell. The iron bars were cold. The air smelled of rust. And sweat. And fear. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am a sergeant. I serve the King. I serve the law. The law is a...

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