The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost in the hall of King Aldric did not merely chill the air; it settled into the marrow, a heavy, silent weight that pressed against the inside of my ribs as I knelt before the throne, the cold stone biting through the thin wool of my tunic. I was twelve years old, a squire of no particular renown, yet my hunger was a living thing that clawed at my throat, a desperate, gnawing void that...

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