The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mist in the Northern Highlands did not drift; it pressed, a wet and heavy hand against the face, turning the world into a gray blur of stone and silence. Elias Thorne walked the ridge, his boots crunching on the frozen scree, the weight of his service pressing down on his shoulders like a physical yoke. For three decades, he had been the sword of the Crown, a man of iron discipline who knew...

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