The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into the walls of the office like a second skin. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the neon signs of the city into streaks of bruised purple and sickly yellow. I sat at my desk, the leather creaking under the weight of my hands, and stared at the object in front of me. It was a simple thing, really....

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