The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The pain began in the left hand, a dull, thrumming ache that felt less like an injury and more like a memory trying to surface. You sat at the long, oak table in the faculty lounge, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and the quiet desperation of late autumn. Outside, the campus lay under a grey sky, the ivy on the brick buildings turning brown and brittle, clinging to the walls as if...

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