The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost had settled on the slate roof of the town hall like a fine, white ash, a silence that hung heavy over the cobblestones of Eldridge, a place where the air always tasted of damp wool and old iron. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, a space that smelled of linseed oil and the sharp, metallic tang of rusted springs, his hands resting on the edge of a workbench scarred by...

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