The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The brass vial was cold in your palm, the metal biting into the calluses of your thumb as you waited for the Duke’s word. You stood in the shadows of the private chapel, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone, while Duke Aldric sat behind his desk, a low table of oak scarred by years of quill scratches. He did not look up immediately. He was signing a document, his quill moving...

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