The Distant Blade
The Guild of Healers had banned the Distant Blade for three generations, a decree etched in stone at the village square that read: *To cut is to kill.* I knew the law. I knew the penalty. But my daughter, Elara, was coughing up blood on the kitchen floor, her chest heaving like a broken bellows, and the winter frost was already cracking the windowpanes. I am Elias, a herbalist of forty-two...
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