The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was a knife. Not a metaphor. A jagged, rusted sliver of iron floating in a sky of bruised purple. Elara held it. The weight was wrong. Too light for its length. Too heavy for her fingers. She opened her eyes. The ceiling of the dormitory was damp. The plaster peeled in long, gray strips like dead skin. She sat up. The air smelled of wet wool and old fear. Outside, the bell of St....

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