The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink bled into the fiber of the page. It did not dry. It sank, deep into the cellulose matrix, a permanent stain that no solvent could lift. Elara sat at the desk in the attic, the wood grain cool against her elbows. Outside, the rain fell on the slate roofs of Millhaven. The town was gray. The sky was gray. The light filtering through the dusty window was gray. Her father lay in the room...

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