The Distant Blade
Act I Who does a man become when the thing he built with his hands is taken by the one he fed? Gunnar Lonne held the shattered mainspring in his left palm, the metal teeth jagged and cold against the skin, while his right hand gripped the edge of the workbench so hard the wood groaned beneath the pressure. The workshop in the archipelago was silent save for the low, rhythmic thrum of the wind...
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