The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The blade is there. It hovers three inches above the Duke’s head, a sliver of cold, spectral steel that cuts the air but touches nothing. You are fourteen, your hands slick with the grease of the polishing cloth, and you are trying very hard not to look at it. The Duke stands before you, his back rigid, his ceremonial sword resting on the velvet table. The room smells of coal smoke, wet wool,...

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