The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It drummed against the slate roof of the outpost. A rhythmic, hollow sound. It echoed in the bones. Commander Silas Thorne stood by the window. He watched the city bleed into the mist. The lights were blurred smears. Amber. Red. Cold blue. The city was a living thing. It breathed. It sickened. It waited for him. He turned. His back was to the glass. The...

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