The Distant Blade
The snow did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, suffocating gray that erased the horizon and the distinction between earth and sky, leaving only the white void in which the world had been suspended for three days. Elias Thorne walked through this erasure with the mechanical precision of a man who had long ago stopped expecting the world to offer him anything but pain. His legs, wrapped...
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