The Distant Blade
The house stood on the edge of the precipice like a broken tooth in the jaw of the earth, a skeletal thing of black timber and shattered glass that had watched the centuries crawl by with its windows boarded up against the wind. You stood before it now, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps that tasted of iron and cold ash, the weight of the years pressing down on your shoulders until you...
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