The Distant Blade
The first thing I counted was the hours. Three days had passed since Julian’s fever broke, leaving him in that grey, hollow state where the eyes see but do not recognize. I counted the stitches in the lining of my coat, the coins in my pocket, the steps from the village square to the old manor house. It was a way to keep the mind from wandering into the dark places where the silence lived. I am...
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