The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The jar sat on the counter, a cylinder of amber glass filled with a liquid so thick it seemed to defy gravity. It was not wine, nor honey, nor oil, but something the neighborhood called the Nectar of Hours. It was a rumor first, then a necessity, and finally a commodity. In the city of Oakhaven, where the fog rolled in from the bay like a gray tide, time had become a substance that could be...

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