The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of slate and iron. Elias Vane stood on the balcony of his fourth-floor apartment, watching the water bead on the glass railing, each droplet a tiny, distorted lens refracting the neon glow of the street below. He was a man composed of quiet habits and heavy silences, a...

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