The Distant Clue
The blade was in the throat of the man who had betrayed the order. I did not remember putting it there. I only remembered the weight of it, the cold iron sliding through the leather of his collar, and the sudden, wet silence that followed. The air in the stone chamber was thick with the scent of old dust and fresh blood. My hands were shaking. Not from fear, but from the effort of holding them...
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