The Distant Blade
Chapter One You will remember the smell of the rot before you remember the face of the man who loved you, because in this city, the air does not carry memory, it carries the price of decay, and the price is always paid in the lungs of those who breathe it. Wanthanee Wongchan stands now in the shadow of the inner quarters, her hands pressed against the warm, sweating stone of the wall, listening...
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