The Distant Blade
Chapter One The ironworks of Qal’at al-Hijr hummed with a low, persistent frequency that vibrated in the teeth of every man who worked the blast furnaces, a sound that was not quite mechanical but felt more like the groan of a buried city waking from a long sleep. Ryke Fen, thirty-four years old and a master smith of the River’s Treaty, stood at the center of the forge, his hands wrapped in...
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