The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The banquet hall of Oakhaven was not a room but a throat, a cavernous maw of living limestone that swallowed the light of a thousand tallow candles and exhaled it back as a suffocating, amber fog. You sat at the high table, your silver badge heavy on your chest, feeling the pulse of the stone beneath the floorboards, a slow, tectonic thrum that matched the arrhythmia in your own heart. The...

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