The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The envelope lay in my palm, heavy with the weight of wet paper and the damp that had seeped into my knuckles, a small, white rectangle that felt less like a document and more like a severed finger, cold and distinct against the sweat of my fifty-two-year-old hand. I stood at the center of the Grand Hall, the crystal chandeliers above me humming with the low, electrical buzz of a thousand...

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