The Distant Blade

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2026-08-17 10:24:02 -

The Distant Blade

The man in the gray coat stood before the gate. He did not knock. He did not look up at the camera. He simply waited, his hands buried deep in the pockets of a coat that smelled of wet wool and old tobacco. The gate was iron, black with rust, set into a wall that stretched for miles into the gray fog. Behind the wall, the facility hummed. It was a sound like a bee trapped in a jar, constant and...

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