The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream came not as a narrative but as a texture, a cold, wet silk pressed against the inside of Julian’s eyelids, a sensation of weight that had no source and no end. He woke in the small, windowless room he had rented in the basement of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a building that stood like a tooth of bone against the grey, unchanging sky of the capital, a city that had forgotten its...

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