The Distant Blade
Chapter One The city of Ostra hummed with the low, grinding friction of industry, a sound that settled into the marrow of every stone before the sun had fully cleared the Tuscan hills. Pietro Barone, twelve years old and hollow-eyed, stood in the doorway of the municipal archive, his fingers twitching against the cold iron of the gate. He wanted the blade, the simple iron spike driven into the...
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