The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Detroit did not wash things clean. It only made the rust shine. It slicked the blacktop and turned the gutters into rivers of oil and grey water. It was November, and the cold had teeth. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Woodward and Michigan, his coat buttoned to the throat. He was not waiting for a bus. He was waiting for the city to stop breathing. Or so it felt. He was a...

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