The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost on the windowpane was not merely ice, but a map of veins, delicate and intricate, spreading across the glass like the root system of a tree that had never seen sunlight. Elara pressed her forehead against the cold surface, feeling the bite of it against her skin, a sharp, clean pain that grounded her in the present. Inside the house, the silence was heavy, a physical weight that...

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