The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The room smelled of stale coffee and floor wax. It was a smell that had seeped into the walls over decades, a grey, institutional scent that clung to the wool of uniforms and the skin of men who had forgotten how to wash it off. Elias stood by the window, looking out at the parking lot. The asphalt was black and cracked. A single crow sat on the hood of a sedan, ruffling its feathers. It looked...

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