The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The Iron Hall did not stand so much as it occupied, a monolith of riveted steel and blackened iron that rose from the muddy banks of the River Ouse like a jagged tooth in the gum of the city. Elara Vane stepped off the horse-drawn carriage into the sleet, her breath pluming in the freezing air, and felt the low thrum of the building before she even touched the door. It was a vibration, not a...

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