The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire started in the west tower. I watched it eat the wood. It was fast. Red light bled through the slits. I did not run. I stood by the window. My hands were still. They shook only inside. The castle groaned. Stone cracks. Dust fell like snow. We were high up. Too high. The valley below was dark. The river was black glass. I could not see my mother. I could not hear her. I turned away from...

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