The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog in the marshland was not merely weather; it was a physical substance, a thick, grey wool that choked the air and blurred the line between the muddy earth and the low-hanging sky. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of a drainage ditch, his boots sinking into the black sludge, the cold seeping up through the soles and settling deep into his bones. He was forty-two years old, and in...

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