The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The parchment was thin, yellowed at the edges, and smelled faintly of damp stone and old iron, a scent that clung to the air of the study like a ghost refusing to leave the room. I held the document, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the ink, which had faded to a bruised purple over the decades, and I read the clause that had defined my life for the last five years: the...

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