The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the Grand Hall of the Athenaeum tasted of dust and old paper, a dryness that settled deep in the lungs and seemed to pull the moisture from the eyes. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circular room, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the oak lectern, though his fingers were trembling with a vibration that had nothing to do with the chill of the stone floor. He was a man...

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