The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the conservatory is thick. It tastes of rotting citrus and wet stone. You stand by the glass, watching the rain streak down the panes. The water beads, then runs in long, jagged lines, like tears that refuse to fall. Inside, the chandeliers burn low. The candles are tallow, expensive, and they drip onto the brass plates below. You are not supposed to be here. Or rather, you are...

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