The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The charcoal snapped. Elias stared at the broken tip, the black dust smearing across the parchment like a bruise. He was thirty-two, and the walls of his cell in Oren were breathing. In the walled city, the stone did not sleep; it listened. It expanded with the guilt of the condemned and contracted with their hope. Elias pressed his back against the cold masonry, feeling the slight, rhythmic...

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