The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I remember the smell of the dust before I saw the room, a dry, powdery scent that clung to the back of my throat like old lint. I was thirty-two, a scholar of runes who had spent more time in university archives than in my own family’s history, and I stood in the hallway of my late father’s estate with the deed in one hand and the iron blade in the other. The house was crumbling, its walls...

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