The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell rang. It was a dull, iron sound. It shook the dust in the beams. I looked up. My hands were steady. I wrote. The ink dried fast. "Mr. Thorne." I did not look up. I kept writing. The scratch of the quill was a heartbeat. It was the only thing I trusted. "I am not Mr. Thorne," I said. My voice was low. It was flat. "Mr. Thorne." The voice was heavy. It was wet. It smelled of old wool and...

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