The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost bit deep into the stone. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged it. I wiped the spot away. The courtyard lay white and silent. The bells had stopped. The day was over. Or perhaps it had only begun. I did not know. The years blur together in this place. Time is a river without a bank. It flows and flows. I am a seeker of shadows. That is my title. My role. I am not...

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