The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mud was cold. It sucked at his boots with a wet, greedy mouth. Elias Vance stood in the trench, the rain turning the sky into a gray smear. His hands shook. Not from cold. From waiting. "Easy, sir," a voice said. Soft. Like smoke. Elias looked up. Captain Thorne stood behind him. Thorne was old. His hair was white, thin as spider silk. He wore a uniform that fit too well. It clung to a...

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