The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the High Court did not smell of incense or blood, as the old stories promised, but of damp stone and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood before the bench, his spine rigid, holding the silver circlet in his left hand. The metal was cold, and the hairline fracture running through its center caught the light like a vein of lightning frozen in time. Across the chamber, Lord...

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