The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

"You're late, Thomas. The ink dries, but the stain remains. Always." I wiped my hand on my trousers. The leather of my holster felt slick against my hip, a constant, heavy reminder of the weight I carried. We stood in the precinct lobby, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and cheap coffee. Outside, the rain lashed against the soot-stained brick of the Victorian row houses, a gray curtain...

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