The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the manor house and turned the ivy on the north wall into a dripping, blackened lace. I stood in the study, my hand resting on the spine of the old oak desk, feeling the cold seep through the leather of my gloves. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a smell that had become as...

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