The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train did not stop. It simply ceased to be a vehicle and became a corridor of light, stretching out into a white void that smelled of ozone and old paper. Elara stood in the center of this impossible expanse, her shoes sinking slightly into the floor, which was not wood or metal but something like compressed mist. She was not alone. Behind her, the doors hissed shut, sealing them in. Before...

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