The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog in Oakhaven does not lift; it settles, like a shroud that has forgotten how to breathe. I am Elias, thirty-two, and for the last decade I have worn the grey wool of the City Watch, a badge of iron on my chest that feels less like authority and more like a brand. My want is simple, singular, and rotting in my gut like a bad tooth. I need the Guild to release my brother, Silas, from his...

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