The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink froze in the nib of the quill before Silas could finish the word *pardon*, the black fluid turning into a solid, glassy bead that cracked the parchment under the pressure of his hand. He was forty years old, and his fingers, once steady enough to carve the intricate reliefs of the Citadel’s outer walls, now trembled with a cold that seemed to rise from the stone floor itself, a chill...

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