The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The parchment lay flat on the stone table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air. Elias pressed his thumb against the corner to hold it down, his knuckles white, while the rain hammered against the courtyard stones around him. He was thirty-two, a scribe of modest standing, and he needed the final page of his father’s ledger to prove the estate was his, not his brother’s. The ink on the...

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