The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The stone is dead, Silas. It has no future. I heard him say it, or I thought I did, standing in the shadow of the north transept where the damp seeped into my boots like a slow, cold poison. The voice was not a sound that entered my ears so much as a vibration that settled in the marrow of my jaw, a rough grinding of granite against granite that shaped itself into words I had not spoken. It was...

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