The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was always the same, a rusted blade buried in the garden soil, its edge dull and brown with age. Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the air in the ancestral manor thick and cold, a pressure against his eardrums that felt less like silence and more like a held breath. He was thirty-two, and the house, which had stood for four hundred years, felt suddenly heavy, as if it...

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