The Distant Blade
The house breathed in the dark, a slow exhalation of dust and decaying wood that seemed to settle upon Elias’s shoulders like a physical weight. He stood in the center of the drawing room, the only light source a single, flickering candle that cast long, trembling shadows against the wallpaper. The walls, once adorned with family portraits of stern men and soft-eyed women, were now bare,...
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