The Distant Blade
The mud at the northern gate is thick and black, sucking at your boots with a sound like wet skin tearing. You are Elias, thirty-four, a border warden, and your sword is drawn, the steel trembling in the cold air as you face the shadow that bleeds light. You want to capture the Heretic. You want to prove your loyalty to the High Court. The Court has accused a young woman named Mara of poisoning...
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