The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink was black as a bruise, and my hand did not shake, though my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I sat at the oak desk in the High Court of Aethelgard, the parchment stretched tight before me, waiting to be defiled. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, a scribe of the third rank, and I had come here to steal the Rune of Silence. It was not a theft of gold or jewels, but of a...

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