The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire in the hearth of the Whitmore estate was not merely burning; it was devouring the oak beams with a hunger that felt personal, a gnawing, wet sort of starvation that I could feel in the marrow of my own bones as I stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass like a thousand tiny fists. It was a grand house, this place of ours, built in the era when iron and steam were...

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