The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mist did not merely hang over the valley of Aethelgard; it breathed, a cold, grey lung expanding and contracting against the stone walls of the high tower where Elias’s wife, Margaret, lay wasting away in a bed of iron and linen. He stood at the window, the glass fogged by his own breath, watching the fog swallow the path that led down to the obsidian forge, a place where the earth was...

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