The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that seemed to settle into the marrow of the body before the mind could process the noise of the clinking silverware. It was a room without windows, a vaulted chamber of shadow where the candles burned with a steady, hypnotic intensity, casting long, trembling reflections against the polished floor. In the center of this...

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