The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a smear of mud and rusted iron, and in that suspended moment, Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the old quarry wall, his knuckles white around the hilt of a blade that had no edge, a piece of cold steel that tasted of nothing but the iron in his own blood. He was a man who had spent...

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