The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the manor house of Blackwood Hall did not simply smell of dust and decay, but of a heavy, cloying sweetness, like overripe plums left to rot in a jar of honey, a scent that clung to the back of the throat and settled into the pores of the skin, a persistent and cloying reminder of the life that had once thrived within these stone walls before the silence took hold. It was a stillness...

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