The Distant Blade
Chapter One The silence in the subterranean archive was not an absence of sound, but a presence, heavy and textured like the wet wool of the saddle blanket Faye Waggoner had wrapped around her shoulders to stave off the damp that seeped from the stone walls of the caravanserai, a place that smelled of ancient dust and the metallic tang of old blood. She stood in the antechamber, her boots slick...
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