The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron key hung at my throat, cold as a river stone, its weight a constant, dragging anchor against the skin of my neck. I stood in the center of the circular chamber, the stone walls sweating with a dampness that smelled of centuries and silence. There was no window here, only the single, heavy door I had locked from the inside, and the faint, pulsing glow of the brazier that burned with a...

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