The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The obsidian floor of the Grand Chancellery did not reflect the candlelight; it swallowed it, turning the air into a dense, viscous medium that pressed against Eleanor Ashworth’s chest with the weight of wet earth. She stood before the High Chancellor, a man whose face was obscured by the heavy, shadowed folds of his ceremonial robe, and she did not lower her eyes, though the silence in the...

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