The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The house was full. We had gathered in the great hall of the estate, a sprawling Georgian pile that had seen better centuries, its windows fogged with the breath of thirty men and women who claimed to be my kin. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of beeswax, old wool, and the metallic tang of fear that never quite leaves a place where secrets are kept. I stood by the mantelpiece, holding a...

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