The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bread had gone stale by the third day, its crust hard as a knuckle, its crumb dry as dust. Elias sat on the damp flagstones of the abandoned watchtower, his back against the cold stone, and broke a piece in his teeth. It did not taste of wheat or salt, but of the iron that ran in his veins. He was a man of the Order of the Silent Shield, a knight who had sworn to protect the King’s peace,...

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