The Distant Blade
You think you can cross in the dark? Kael’s voice cut through the wind, sharp and bright, mocking the grey swirl of mist that had swallowed the pass an hour ago. He stood at the edge of the scree, his cloak flapping like a dead bird, his face pale and tight with the arrogance of the young. I looked at him, then down at my left leg, where the black rot had begun to spread from the gash in my...
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