The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The chipped obsidian blade sat on the desk, cold to the touch but humming against Elias’s palm like a living thing. He was thirty-two, a court archivist with ink-stained fingers and a pension that depended entirely on the completion of the King’s final decree. Outside the high, narrow windows, the sky was the color of bruised iron, and the distant thud of cannon fire shook dust from the ceiling...

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