The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog rolled in off the harbor, thick and gray, smelling of brine and old coal. It pressed against the windows of your workshop, blurring the world outside until the town of Harrowgate was nothing but a smear of shadows. You stood at the workbench, your hands stained with walnut oil and tallow, looking at the small, glass vial in your palm. It was empty. It had been empty for three days. You...

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