The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost had not yet broken when the blackbird struck the window of the library, its wings spread in a shudder of dark feathers, falling to the stone floor with a wet, final thud. Alistair Thorne stood motionless, his hand still raised as if to catch a falling leaf, the heavy tome of natural history slipping from his fingers to strike the parquet with a dull, authoritative boom. He was a man...

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