The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink was still wet on the ledger when I heard the door splinter. It was a sound like a bone breaking, sharp and final, and it cut through the hum of the chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Sterling Institute. I did not look up from the page. My hand, steady as a surgeon’s, recorded the discrepancy in the third column. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and the...

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