The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream began not with a whisper but with the smell of burnt sugar, thick and cloying, filling the air of the old manor house where Thomas Bradshaw had spent his final, feverish winter, and in that suffocating sweetness he found himself standing in the kitchen of his youth, a place that should have been dead for forty years but which now hummed with the low, electric tension of a storm that...

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