The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The smell hit you first, a sharp, metallic tang that tasted like old pennies and dried blood on the back of your throat. It was the scent of the vault, a place where the air hung still and heavy, thick with the dust of centuries. You held the blade in your hands, the steel cold and smooth against your palms, feeling the faint, impossible vibration that traveled up your wrists and settled in the...

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