The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The room smelled of lavender water and old dust, a scent that seemed to hang in the air like a suspended breath, thick and sweet with the promise of decay. I stood in the center of the library, my hands trembling at my sides, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums. My father, Thomas, sat in the high-backed leather chair by the window, his face turned toward the gray...

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