The Distant Blade
The heat in the basement was not merely warm; it was a living thing, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed against Elias’s skin, stealing the air from his lungs. He sat on the bare concrete floor, his hands trembling as he held the deed to the family estate, the paper damp with sweat, while a voice whispered through the damp stone walls. It was his mother’s voice, soft and desperate,...
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