The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat, turning the fabric into a heavy, sodden shield against the chill of the November afternoon. He stood on the corner of Fleet Street, the heart of the city’s bureaucratic pulse, and watched the traffic crawl past in a sluggish, rust-colored procession. His watch, a silver-cased...

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