The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of Blackwood Manor. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone, a smell that had settled into the bones of the house long before Eleanor Fairchild had ever set foot in its halls. She stood before the great hearth, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen battle in a...

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