The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain on the slate roof of the manor house did not fall so much as it whispered, a constant, wet static that drowned out the wind and the distant groaning of the oak trees. I sat at the long oak table, my hands folded around a cup of tea that had gone cold hours ago. The steam had long since dissipated into the damp chill of the room, leaving only a faint, bitter residue on my lips. Outside,...

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