The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The parchment was wet. I held it in my left hand, the seal of the Crown pressed into the wax, while my right hand gripped the hilt of my sword, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of service. The mist in the highlands was thick enough to chew, a gray slurry that swallowed the stone walls of the stockade and the black water of the river beyond. I was Phyllis Renshaw, a border warden, and I...

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