The Distant Blade
The house breathes with a heavy, humid silence, the kind that settles into the bones of old oak and plaster when the summer heat refuses to break. You are standing in the center of the dining room, the air thick with the scent of roasting lamb and overripe peaches, while your sister, Eleanor, laughs from across the table. It is a bright, careless sound, sharp as a shard of glass, and it cuts...
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