The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was always the same. Elias Thorne stood in a field of gray ash, holding a rusted blade that felt warm as blood. In the reflection of the metal, his face was not his own, but a twisted, screaming thing. He swung the blade at the image, and the air parted with a wet tear. When he woke, the cabin was silent, the wind scraping against the timber like fingernails on glass. He sat up, his...

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