The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The banquet hall of the Royal Institute for Applied Sciences smelled of roasted pheasant and old brass polish. It was a suffocating perfume, thick enough to taste, hanging in the air like a heavy curtain. Professor Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his tie loosened, his collar unbuttoned just enough to suggest a man who had worked too hard and was now being rewarded for...

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