The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train cut through the Scottish moor with a grinding, metallic patience that seemed to mock the speed of the wind outside the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of coal smoke, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that Elara Vance tried so desperately to disguise with the perfume of lavender water. She sat rigid in the corner of the third-class carriage, her hands...

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