The Distant Blade
The heavy oak desk in the center of the room is not merely furniture, it is a monument to the weight of the law and the dust of centuries that has settled into its grain, and you stand before it with your hands clasped behind your back, the leather of your gloves creaking softly as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling the familiar ache in your knees that has become your...
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