The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wood is dead, Elias. Mara stood in the doorway of the workshop, her shawl pulled tight against the draft. Her hands were bare, the knuckles swollen and red from the cold. She looked at the yew stock on the workbench, then at Elias, who was already turning his back to her, adjusting the tension on his drawknife. It is not dead, Mara. It is resting. It is rotting, she said. The smell is in...

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