The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the command bunker smelled of ozone, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner, his back against the cold concrete, watching the rain streak down the high, narrow windows. It was a steady, industrial downpour, the kind that turned the sky above the city into a sheet of hammered lead. He was a lieutenant, a man of procedure and silence, but...

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