The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bone was cold. It lay in Elias’s palm, a sliver of white ivory no longer than his thumb. He held it against the damp wool of his uniform, feeling the slight tremor in his own hand. Outside the window of the interrogation room, the city of Oakhaven churned in the industrial fog. Steam rose from the street grates, thick and white, erasing the streetlamps. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet...

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