The Distant Blade
The iron gate screamed. It tore through the fog like a beast in pain. Silas stood. He held the hammer. The handle was slick with sweat. The air tasted of coal and blood. The court was vast. It was a cathedral of smoke. The ceiling was lost in the dark. The walls were stone. They were old. They were cold. The light came from gas lamps. They hissed. They flickered. They were weak. They could not...
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