The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Lester Zorn stood in the mud of the Fens, his boots sinking into the black silt that smelled of rot and iron, while the glare off the ice field to the north burned the back of his neck. He was twelve years old, and his hands were stained a deep, arterial purple from the ink he had been grinding since dawn, a color that did not wash out no matter how many times he scrubbed them with lye and...

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