The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, wrapping the village of Oakhaven in a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums like a deep-sea dive. Inside the cramped study of the local magistrate, Elias Thorne sat with his hands clasped tightly in his lap, the knuckles white against the dark wool of his...

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