The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The feast of the solstice has passed, and the air in Oakhaven still tastes of burnt honey and the metallic tang of the ley lines that hum beneath the cobblestones, a vibration that has been the rhythm of your life since you were a boy learning to hold a chisel. You are Elias, forty-two, and the master smith of this walled city, though the title feels less like an honor and more like a sentence,...

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