The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The resin was cold, a thick, amber sludge that resisted the pressure of my thumb, and I pressed it into the jagged gap of the obsidian shard, holding the fragment still with a force that made the tendons in my forearm stand out like knotted rope. It was the fourth day of the third week, and the silence of Blackwood Hall had grown teeth; it was no longer an absence of sound, but a presence that...

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