The Distant Blade
The iron in the blood of the city did not rust; it calcified. It settled in the marrow of the limestone walls, in the joints of the ancient gateways, and in the hands of the men who kept the peace. Sergeant Elias Thorne felt it first in his right hand, a dull, throbbing ache that had nothing to do with the cold wind sweeping off the harbor. It was a deep, structural pain, as if the bones were...
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