The Distant Blade
The stone had been there for a century, or perhaps a millennium, sitting in the center of the rotunda like a black eye staring up at the fractured stars, and Elias Thorne, who had crossed the sea on a hull that groaned under the weight of his own exile, knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow to his sternum that he was not looking at a monument but at a mirror, for the air in the...
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