The Distant Blade
The blade is not a tool, it is a mirror, and you have held it long enough to see your own face in the jade, Thuỳ Huong thought, her fingers trembling around the cold, smooth curve of the relic as the heat of the sealed temple archive pressed against her skin like a wet cloth. She stood in the suffocating dark of the lower vault, the air heavy with damp stone and the faint, metallic tang of the...
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