The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the velvet silence of the midnight city. It was a sound that stopped the heart, a physical blow to the chest that turned the blood to ice. Eleanor Whitmore stood on the bridge, her boots slick with the rain that had fallen without mercy since noon. Below her, the river churned, black and indifferent, swallowing the...

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