The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the council chamber tasted of stale tobacco and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating scent that clung to the back of Elias’s throat as he stood before the dais. He was sixteen, slight but rigid with a tension that seemed to pull at the seams of his jacket, and he stared up at Magistrate Thorne, a man whose face was as weathered and impassive as the stone walls of the room. The blade, his...

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