The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a dry branch snapping under a heavy boot. Then silence. A silence so thick it tasted of iron and dust. Elias stood in the center of the Great Hall. He was a man of sixty winters. His hands, once capable of splitting oak with a single thrust, now trembled. The tremor was not from fear. It was from the cold. The castle air had turned against him. It...

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