The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mud was red, a thick, cloying paste that sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying breath. I stood in the center of the valley, the rain hammering against my helmet, each drop a tiny, cold hammer against the metal skin I had worn for so long it had become part of my face. My sword was heavy in my hand, not with steel, but with the weight of every choice I had ever made to stay. I was not...

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