The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced down, a vertical pressure against the glass of the carriage window. Elias Vane sat in the corner, his coat unbuttoned, his hands resting on the leather strap of his satchel. The train hissed through the industrial belt of the north, steam rising in thick, grey plumes that obscured the tracks. He was not a man who looked at the scenery. He looked at...

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