The Distant Blade
The notice of termination lay on the desk, the ink still wet and glistening like a fresh bruise, detailing the immediate revocation of Margaret Holloway’s commission to map the northern highlands. She did not read the bureaucratic language of the clause, the cold, administrative refusal of her ten years of service, but her eyes were drawn instead to the object in her satchel, the Obsidian Lens,...
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