The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The letter sat on the desk, its seal unbroken, the wax a dull, bruised purple that matched the dying light of the midsummer afternoon. Elias held the paper in his hands, feeling the weight of the institution’s approval, a tangible pressure against his palms that spoke of tenure, of permanence, of a life secured within the cold, humming walls of the St. Jude’s Institute. He did not open it...

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