The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the infirmary tasted of iron and wet wool, a cloying scent that clung to the back of Thomas’s throat. He stood before the high, narrow window where the afternoon light fell in dusty, slanted bars, illuminating the motes that danced like suspended souls. Below him, in the courtyard, the guards were shouting. Their voices were muffled by the heavy oak door, a rhythmic thudding that...

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