The Distant Blade

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2026-08-17 13:51:51 -

The Distant Blade

The air in the banquet hall tasted of stale champagne and wet wool, a thick, cloying mix that clung to the back of Silas’s throat. He stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the cold seep through the heavy wool of his uniform, a sharp, biting reminder that he was still flesh and bone beneath the fabric. The room was a blur of gold and crimson, the chandeliers casting a...

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