The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the town of Oakhaven like a second, heavier coat, and within that damp, trembling silence, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the rotting wood of the church fence, the cold seeping through the wool of his coat, his hands shaking not from the chill but from the terrible, electric charge of...

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