The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell on the windows of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility not as water, but as a fine, persistent mist that blurred the world into a grey smear. Elias Thorne stood at his post in the administrative annex, the heavy oak door behind him locked, the heavy iron gate before him open to the yard. He was a man of forty winters, his hair the color of dry wheat, his eyes the dull, unchanging...

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