The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell in the steeple did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end of a world that had already ceased to exist. I stood in the square of Millhaven, a town so small that a single wind could carry the scent of decay from the hospital to the church, and I waited. My name is Elias Thorne, though in the registry of the dead, which is the only one that matters now, I am merely a number. A decimal...

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