The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The glass does not reflect what is there. It reflects what is feared. You know this now, Elias, as you stand before the Council of Elders in the grey morning light of 1912, the blueprints in your hands feeling heavier than iron. You are thirty-four years old. You are a court architect. You are a man who has spent two years watching his wife, Clara, waste away in a bed that smells of lavender...

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