The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, gray mist clung to the streets of Oakhaven, turning the neon signs into bleeding watercolors. Elias stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his uniform damp, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was a constable. A small man in a large city. The badge on his chest felt heavy, a cold stone against his ribcage. He had come to say goodbye. Not to a...

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