The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You stand in the sleet. The cold is a physical weight, pressing against your ribs, demanding you fold. You are a scholar of things that no longer exist. You have spent thirty years cataloging the silence of old libraries, the dust motes dancing in sunbeams that have long since faded. But now, the library is ash. The university is a crater. You are alone on the road, and the road is ending. In...

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