The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was always the same. It began in the cold. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the hall of mirrors. The glass did not reflect him. It reflected a void. In the void, a woman walked. She wore a coat of deep indigo, cut high at the collar. The fabric seemed to drink the light. It was not wool. It was not silk. It was something older. Something that breathed. Elias reached for the door. The...

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