The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The hall of the Inquisitors of the High Court was not a room but a throat, a vast, stone-lined cavity where sound went to die and light came to be strangled. I sat in the gallery, a shadow among shadows, my hands resting upon the armrests of my oak chair, though my mind was elsewhere, wandering the labyrinth of the institution I had sworn to protect. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax...

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