The Distant Blade
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Restoration hummed with a low, electric thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the bones of every guest present, a sound that was less auditory than somatic, a resonance that suggested the very air was thick with the accumulated weight of secrets that could not be spoken aloud but were instead carried in the subtle, imperceptible shifts...
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