The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The forge air tasted of sulfur and wet wool, a cloying thickness that coated the back of Pierre Chevalier’s throat before the sight of the glowing anvil could reach his eyes. He stood before the bellows, the leather bellows of the Old Brick kilns, one hundred and twenty-six of them lined up in the distant valley memory, each one a breath held in the cold earth. His hands, usually steady enough...

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