The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink did not dry so much as it settled, a heavy, viscous sludge that clung to the quill and the parchment with the tenacious, suffocating grip of a memory one could not outrun. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the dim, amber-lit scriptorium of the Abbey of Saint Jude, his shoulders hunched under the weight of his own silence, the air thick with the scent of beeswax, old vellum, and the metallic tang...

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