The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Internal Order, a room that did not exist on any map but whose geometry was etched into his muscle memory. The ceiling was lost in a haze of perpetual twilight, and the air hummed...

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