The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

"You missed it." The words hit like a slap. No one moved. The air in the briefing room tasted of stale coffee and ozone. It was a small, windowless box on the fourth floor of the precinct. The walls were beige. The carpet was brown. Everything was dull, designed to suppress the mind, to keep the body in a state of low-grade, manageable panic. You sat at the head of the table. Your hands were...

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