The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wool of your father’s coat is no longer merely fabric to you, but a second skin, a heavy, warm armor that smells of stale tobacco, lavender water, and the metallic tang of old blood, and it is this garment, this specific iteration of his outerwear, that binds your fate to his in a knot so tight it threatens to strangle the very breath from your lungs as you stand alone in the vast, echoing...

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