The Distant Blade
The ledger’s spine cracked under the weight of three centuries of blood, a sound like a dry branch snapping in a winter wind. You counted the entries, your finger tracing the indented script where the ink had long since faded to a bruised violet, each line representing a life harvested to forge the steel of the Order of the Silent Watch. Thirty-two years of service, you had told yourself, were...
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