The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ice broke in the hall before the music stopped. It was a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, sharp and final, cutting through the low hum of the string quartet and the rustle of silk. I was standing near the pillar, holding a cup of lukewarm tea that I had forgotten to drink. My father was three yards away, his back to me, speaking to the Director of the Academy. The great...

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