The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cell was small. The air tasted of damp stone and old fear. I sat on the cold floor. My hands were bound. They were thick with blood. It was not my blood. It was the blood of the beast. "You did it," said the Warden. His voice was dry. Like sand on glass. He stood by the barred door. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. He looked at the stains. "I did not," I said. My voice was a...

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