The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, wet curtain that blurred the edges of the highway and the treeline beyond. Elias drove with his hands locked at ten and two, the leather of the steering wheel worn smooth and pale beneath his palms. The car was a relic of a previous life, a heavy sedan that groaned against the wet asphalt, its headlights cutting weak cones of light...

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