The Distant Blade
The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was not paved, but packed with the dust of centuries and the silence of the dead. You walked it with a heavy step, your boots worn thin, your mind a labyrinth of technical precision and spiritual terror. You were not a pilgrim seeking absolution, but a surveyor seeking the truth of a structure that refused to remain still. The air smelled of wet stone and...
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