The Distant Blade
The banquet hall in the industrial city of Oakhaven was a cavern of gaslight and smoke, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted duck and the metallic tang of coal dust that no amount of scrubbing could fully expel from the walls. Professor Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the silver plating on the centerpiece, a collection of...
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