The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell tower stood alone at the edge of the city. It was not a church. It was a structure of black stone and iron, rising from the cobblestones like a jagged tooth. The air around it tasted of ozone and wet dust. Silas walked toward it. His boots clicked against the pavement. The sound was sharp. It cut through the silence. He was a man of few words. He had been a man of few words for twenty...

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