The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train stopped. The brakes hissed, a long, dying exhale in the cold station air. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage. His boots clicked on the wet concrete. He carried a single leather case. It was heavy. The metal corners were dented. Inside was the blade. Not a gun. Not a bomb. A blade. A tool of the old order. A relic. He looked up. The Ministry of Public Order loomed over him. Stone....

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