The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The obsidian throne room smelled of cold iron and ancient dust, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for the last twelve years until it became the very air of his lungs. He stood before the black monolith, his hands pressed flat against the surface, feeling the faint, rhythmic thrum of the palace’s heart beating through the stone and into his bones. The High Magistrate stood ten paces away,...

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