The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wind in the high halls of the Iron Citadel did not blow; it scraped, a constant, abrasive whisper against the black stone that seemed to grind the very marrow of those who stood too long beneath its vaulted ceilings. Captain Thomas Ashworth stood rigid before the High Lord, his spine a steel rod, his hands clasped behind his back to hide the violent trembling that had taken hold of them the...

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