The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The banquet hall of the Ironworks sat heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and coal smoke, a thick, cloying atmosphere that clung to the wool of one’s coat long after the heat of the room had faded. It was a night of celebration, or so the banners declared in their garish reds and golds, draped across the soot-stained brickwork of the grand assembly chamber. They celebrated the completion...

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