The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The feast was a mistake. Not in the food. The meat was roasted to a perfect, brittle char. The wine was dark and thick, staining the teeth. But the air was heavy. It tasted of iron and old dust. This was the Hall of the Guild. The walls were stone. The stone was cold. Margaret sat at the edge of the table. She was a clerk. She wore grey wool. Her hands were clean. They were always clean. She...

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