The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink was still wet. It glistened on the parchment, a dark, viscous vein spreading across the coarse texture of the skin. I held the quill. My hand did not tremble. It never did, not when it mattered most. The room was cold, the kind of damp chill that settles into the bones of the old stone walls of the scriptorium. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters, a mournful, relentless sound....

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