The Distant Blade
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world into a smear of wet stone and dying leaves. You stood at the center of the courtyard, your boots sinking slightly into the mud that had once been packed earth, now a slurry of decay and history. The structure around you was not merely a building; it was a organism of concrete and...
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