The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog rolled in from the river at dusk, thick and white as wool. It swallowed the rooftops of Harrowgate, a town built on the bones of old ironworks. The air tasted of rust and wet slate. Elias Thorne walked down the center of the main street, his boots heavy on the cobblestones. He did not look at the windows. He did not look at the faces peering out from the shadows. He was a man who had...

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