The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

In the dream that refused to release him, the rain was not water but a thin, gray dust that settled on the shoulders of the man standing at the edge of the pier, a figure so still and composed that he seemed to have been carved from the wet concrete of the city itself, and Elias Vane stood before him, holding the blade, that long, curved instrument of light which hummed with a low, mournful...

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