The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog in Harrowgate did not lift so much as it thinned, revealing the gray iron skeletons of the gas lamps and the wet, slick stones of the High Street. I stood at the end of the road, my uniform buttoned to the throat, feeling the cold seep through the wool like a slow, creeping poison. My name was Elias, though the men of the town had long since stopped calling me by it. They called me The...

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