The Distant Blade
The frost has turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into treacherous glass, a mirror of the sky’s indifference, and you stand in the center of the square with the weight of your years pressing down on your shoulders like a physical stone, knowing that the final pension, the only thing that will allow you and Mara to escape this dying hamlet, is hanging by a thread that Thomas Bradshaw refuses to...
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