The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink had not yet dried on the decree of execution when the house began to bleed. It was not a metaphor, nor a trick of the dying light that bled through the heavy velvet drapes of the Hall of Whispers, but a literal, viscous seepage from the very pores of the stone walls, a dark crimson that smelled of iron and old, forgotten sins. Sir Aldric Vane stood in the center of the chamber, his...

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