The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The council’s refusal sat on my desk, stamped with the town seal, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and regret. I had served Oakhaven for twenty years. I had watched my brother, Thomas, disappear into the fog near the mill. I had filed the report, gathered the evidence, and waited for the arrest warrant. It never came. The council feared Silas, the miller, not for his crimes, but for the...

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