The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hit the cobblestones. It hammered. A steady, grey drum. I stood in the shadow of the archway. My uniform was dry. It was wool. Heavy. Blue. The fabric pulled at my shoulders. I had not moved in an hour. My boots were wet. The cold seeped into my bones. It was a dull ache. A constant friend. I watched the carriage arrive. It was black. Lacquered. The wheels groaned on the stones. The...

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