The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink is still wet on your fingers, a black tide that refuses to dry, staining the parchment with the smell of iron and rain. You sit in the library, a room that exists only in the interstices of sleep, where the shelves stretch upward into a darkness that breathes. You are the Archivist, the Keeper of the Fractured Word, a title that carries no weight in the waking world but commands...

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