The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the manor, a sound like teeth chattering in the dark. I stood by the window, my hands pressed against the cold glass, watching the fog swallow the fields below. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The only other sound was the low, guttural growl of the hound, Barnaby, pacing in the corner. He...

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