The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Ashworth did not wash things clean. It merely made the grime slick, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the gas lamps in fractured, trembling shards. I stood under the awning of the General Store, watching a drop of water trace a path down the brickwork, a slow, deliberate descent that mirrored my own stagnation. My name is Elias Thorne, or at least, it was....

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