The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old manor into slick, black mirrors reflecting nothing but the low, heavy clouds and the weary faces of those who remained inside, creating a sense of damp, pervasive stagnation that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the bones of the house and its inhabitants alike. Thomas Bradshaw sat...

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