The Distant Nightmare
The steel of the saber bit into the air with a sound like a tearing sheet, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the humid stillness of the training hall. Elias Thorne moved with the fluid, lethal grace of a man who had long since stopped thinking about his legs and started thinking only about the geometry of violence. He was not a soldier in the field, not yet, but in this sterile,...
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