The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog was thick as wool. It pressed against the windows of the watchtower, blurring the iron railings into grey ghosts. Elias stood by the glass, his hands resting on the cold metal. He did not look at the man behind him. "Are you ready, Sergeant?" The voice was soft. Gentle, even. It belonged to Thomas. Thomas, who had been his partner for three months. Thomas, who smelled of tobacco and old...

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