The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron plate was cold against Elias’s cheek, a slab of unyielding reality that tasted of rust and old blood, and he lay there in the dark of the cellar, listening to the muffled thunder of the feast above, where the wine flowed like the tears he had refused to shed for years, while the air grew thick with the scent of roasted lamb, spiced ale, and the sweet, cloying perfume of lilies that his...

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