The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire roared in the hearth. It ate the oak logs with a hungry snap. The hall was thick with smoke and the scent of roasting lamb. You sat at the high table. Your hands were steady. They were always steady. You were the scholar of the house, the keeper of the old words. The scribes whispered to you. They feared your silence. You knew the shape of the world better than they did. You knew how...

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