The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream began not with sight, but with the scent of ozone and wet slate, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was standing in the nave of a cathedral that should not have existed, its vaulted ceiling lost in a darkness so profound it seemed to breathe. The air was thick with the dust of centuries, yet I felt a clarity in my mind that was terrifying in its precision. I...

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