The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely slicked the cobblestones with a film of grey silt, turning the medieval city into a mirror of its own decay. Elian, twelve years old and thin as a reed, sat in the back of the Scriptorium, his fingers stained with ink that would not scrub out, watching the Guild of Wardens march past the window in their heavy, iron-banded coats. He...

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