The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The house died first. The rot was not visible to the naked eye. It was in the walls. In the floorboards. In the air that tasted of copper and old blood. I felt it in my teeth. A grinding ache. A warning. I stood in the center of the living room. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. My sister, Elara, stood by the window. Her face was pale. Her hands trembled. She held a letter....

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