The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The watch was cold. It had always been cold, but tonight the chill seemed to bite through the wool of his sleeve, settling into the bone of his wrist like a shard of ice. Elias Vance sat in the corner of the interrogation room, the steel chair humming against the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and rain. Outside, the city of London churned in the dark, a beast of iron and steam...

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