The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The letter was forged, the ink still wet and smelling of iron gall and desperation. "Is that a resignation, Elara?" The voice was dry, like sand dragged over slate. It belonged to Silas Vane, the Head Archivist, who stood in the doorway of her tower room, his silhouette framed by the grey, bruised light of the storm outside. "Or is it a threat? I haven’t seen that particular shade of red in the...

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