The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The burin in my hand was cold, its steel edge catching the grey light of the workshop. I held it over the wax, the tip trembling not from age but from the sudden, heavy silence that had settled over the Guild of St. Jude. Outside, the morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the market square, thick and white, erasing the outlines of the merchants’ carts and the dogs straining at their...

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