The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones and the sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the platform, his uniform pressed tight against his shoulders, the brass buttons cold against his fingertips. He was a man carved from the same hard clay as the industrial district that stretched behind him, a place of...

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