The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its surface dry and pale as a winter road. You held the quill, the feather light in your hand, but the inkwell beside it felt heavy, a small lead weight that pulled at your wrist. You were Elias, thirty-two years old, a scribe of no particular renown, and you had one final task to secure the pension that would keep you from the workhouse. The King’s lost...

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