The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fever broke not with a sweat but with a silence so profound it felt like the air itself had been sucked out of the room, leaving only the dry, brittle crackle of the peat fire and the heavy, rhythmic thud of the wind against the stone walls of the highland hut, where Caelan lay prostrate on the rough wool blanket, his body a map of invisible fractures, his mind a labyrinth of recurring...

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