The Distant Affair
The iron taste of my own blood mingled with the metallic tang of the sword I wielded, a flavor so distinct and immediate that it seemed to strip away the fog of the corridor and reveal the raw, pulsing architecture of the cell. I was not alone in the dark; the shadow of the Warden stood at the far end of the stone archway, a silhouette carved from the very bedrock of our misery, and the air was...
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