The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost came early that year, turning the gutters into veins of white stone. Elias stood on the bridge, his breath a thin ribbon of vapor in the grey air. Below, the river ran black and cold. He was not a man of grand gestures. He was a man of small, precise movements. He adjusted his collar. He checked his pocket for the key. The key was there, cold and heavy against his thigh. He had...

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