The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The hall of the manor house was a cavern of light, a vast and trembling expanse of gold and crimson that seemed to breathe with the heat of a hundred tallow candles. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting loosely on the polished surface, fingers splayed as if trying to hold back the tide of the music that swelled around him. He was a scholar of the old...

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