The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog tasted of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I even opened my eyes. I was twelve years old, and the world had narrowed down to the cold weight of the silver locket in my pocket and the sound of my mother’s name being whispered by the mist that had swallowed the valley floor. It was not a voice, exactly, but a vibration in the air, a low hum...

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