The Distant Nightmare

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The blood was cold. It slicked the grip of his sword, making the steel slip in the rain-swept gloom of the alley. Elias Vance did not breathe. He could not afford to. His lungs felt like crushed tin. Around him, the night was a living thing, hungry and black. A figure lunged. Elias parried. The clang was sharp, final. It echoed off the wet cobblestones. He kicked out. The boot found a knee. The...

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