The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial deluge that turned the cobblestones of the mill district into a slick, grey mirror reflecting the jagged, iron-clad teeth of the factory chimneys, and it was into this grey, weeping world that Arthur Pendelton walked, his boots heavy with the sludge of the canal side, his shoulders hunched against a wind that smelled of sulfur...

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