The Distant Blade
The train cut through the fog with a rhythmic, metallic shudder, a sound that had long since ceased to be a noise and had become a frequency in my blood. I sat in the rear car of the armored transport, the steel floor vibrating against my boots, my hands resting on the hilt of the sidearm that was no longer mine to command. The institution I served, the Bureau of Internal Order, did not send...
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