The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the cellar tasted of wet stone and old iron. It was a taste that settled in the back of the throat, heavy and metallic, like a coin held under the tongue. Thomas Ashworth sat on the cold floor, his back against the rough-hewn wall, watching the water drip from the ceiling. One drop. Then another. Each fall was a small, sharp impact against the stone, a heartbeat that had no rhythm,...

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