The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A fine, grey mist clung to the windows of the Grand Hall, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear. Elias stood at the center of the room. He was a small man. His shoulders were hunched. He looked like a question mark drawn in pencil. The room was vast. High ceilings. Marble floors that mirrored the chandeliers. The air smelled of old paper and wet...

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