The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was always the same: a forge of black iron, starless, where the fire burned without heat and the hammer rang like a bell in a dead church. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue, the forty-two-year-old smith’s body aching with a fatigue that sleep had not touched. He lay in the narrow cot above his workshop in Oakhaven, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the looms in...

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