The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire started in the east wing. It ate the oak beams with a slow, hungry grace. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was cold. The heat was not. She watched the smoke rise. It twisted against the iron sky. Her father sat in the chair. He did not move. His hands rested on his knees. They were still. The room shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. It landed on his white hair. He breathed in. He...

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