The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was not of flying, nor of falling, but of building. In the grey, half-formed light of the subconscious, Elias Thorne stood in a vast, empty hall with vaulted ceilings that stretched into a mist so thick it felt like wool against his skin. He was holding a blade, not a weapon, but a tool of such exquisite, terrifying precision that it seemed to hum with its own low frequency. It was a...

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