The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the glass of the high window. Elias Vance stood before the mirror, his reflection fractured by the condensation. He adjusted his tie. The knot was perfect. His hands were steady. Yet, inside the hollow of his chest, a drum beat a frantic, arrhythmic warning. He was a detective, or he had been, until the morning the...

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