The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ledger was not merely a record of debts; it was a living, breathing map of our sins, bound in leather that smelled of old smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I sat in the corner of the scriptorium, the candlelight flickering against the damp stone walls of the monastery, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like the ghosts of the men we had wronged. My name is Thomas, and I...

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