The Distant Blade
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly against the wood, and I held it there for a long time before I touched it. It was from the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, standard cream paper, the seal heavy and red, and the handwriting inside was not the neat script I was used to but the jagged, hurried scrawl of Director Halloway. It said, in three lines, that the manuscript from the...
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