The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mist in the valley of Ashenmere did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a thick, grey wool that dampened the sound of the world and turned the air into a heavy, liquid thing that pressed against Elias Thorne’s lungs as he walked the muddy track toward the High Court. He was thirty years old, a scribe by trade and a man by name, and he carried in his satchel the only thing that...

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