The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, gray mist clung to the cobblestones of the Whitehall District, turning the world into a watercolor sketch left out in the damp. Silas Vane walked with his head down. He was a small man. A clerk. A man made of paper and ink. He carried a leather satchel that weighed nothing but felt heavy against his hip. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was the Seal. He...

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