The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the Citadel into slick, weeping slabs and made the air taste of iron and rot. Seraphina stood at the center of the Great Hall, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold, her body a map of bruises and old scars that throbbed in time with her heart. She was not fighting...

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