The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the Iron Foundry did not merely smell of rust and hot coal; it tasted of iron filings on the tongue, a metallic tang that lingered long after the breath had passed, as if the very atmosphere had been chewed and spat out by the machinery. Elias Thorne stood before the crucible, his hands trembling not from the heat, which was a constant, dull companion, but from the sudden, violent...

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