The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the city of Harrowgate had sunk into a bruised purple twilight that clung to the cobblestones like a wet wool blanket. You stood on the threshold of the bakery, your uniform damp, the wool heavy with the smell of coal smoke and rotting vegetation. Inside, the warmth was a physical weight, pressing against your skin, smelling of yeast and flour and...

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