The Distant Blade
Chapter One Did the stone ever forgive the hand that broke it? I asked Kael, the foreman, as he hauled the granite up the scaffolding, but he only spat into the wind and shook his head, a gesture that carried the weight of three years’ silence. The chisel in my hand felt less like a tool and more like an accusation, its steel edge biting into the limestone with a rhythmic, violent precision...
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