The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a grey, suspended breath, thick as wool, pressing against the windows of the High Court until the glass bowed inward. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor. He did not blink. His uniform was a void. It absorbed the light of the chandeliers above, those sprawling iron trees dripping with fake crystal that glinted and died in the damp air. He...

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