The Distant Blade
The iron door of the infirmary groaned open, the sound like a dying animal dragging its weight across stone. I stood on the other side, my hands trembling so violently that the vial of tincture in my grip nearly shattered against the cold floor. My brother, Julian, sat in the high-backed chair by the window, his face pale as the linen sheets that draped the tables behind him. He did not look...
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