The Distant Blade
The dream always began with the weight of it, a cold, humming pressure against the right side of his skull, before the waking world had even fully assembled itself from the grey mist of the city. Silas Thorne did not know where he had learned to wield the blade, nor from whom. In the archives of the City Watch, his file was thin, a testament to a man who had risen through the ranks not by...
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