The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall groaned open, revealing a cavern of stone and shadow where the air hung thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment. Sir Aldric Thorne stood at the threshold, his gauntleted hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the assembly within. He was not here to celebrate, nor was he here to conquer; he was here to be unmade,...

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