The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale rain, a smell that clung to the walls like a memory one could not shake. Elias sat on the edge of the unmade bed, his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white against the faded blue of his trousers. Outside, the city of Chicago groaned under the weight of a storm that had lasted three days. The glass of the...

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