The Distant Blade
The satchel was heavy, but Elias’s hands were steady as he shouldered it. He stood in the doorway of his cottage, the wood grain cold against his knuckles, and looked out at the valley. The mist lay thick on the fields, erasing the boundary between earth and sky. He had one task left before he left: the well. For thirty years, he had watched over the stone cap that sealed the ancient water...
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