The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The count of the nails in the fence line was a task Kaelen performed with the same grim precision he applied to the counting of his own failures, each rusted spike a small, metallic accusation against the silence of the yard. It was the autumn of 1342, and the air in the courtyard of the High King’s castle smelled of wet straw and the stale, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to...

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