The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The stone screamed. It did not howl or wail, but shrieked, a high, thin sound that cut through the mortar dust and the cold air of the chapel nave. I held my trowel frozen in the air, my knuckles white, listening to the foundation stone thrash under the weight of my silence. It was the winter solstice, three days hence, and the spire was still bare against the grey sky. The Guild Master stood...

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