The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The water in the well of Alder’s Hollow did not merely reflect; it remembered. Elara stood at the rim, her fingers raw and weeping crimson against the wet, slick stone. She was thirty-two, a woman carved from the same grey granite as the village, and she was tired. Not the fatigue of a long day’s labor, but the exhaustion of a soul stretched thin over a body that refused to hold its shape. The...

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