The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron bit the air like a scream. Miles Vane swung. The blade was heavy, forged in the smog-choked foundries of Blackwood, where the rivers ran thick with sludge and the sky was the color of a bruise. He struck at the shape that danced before him. It was a creature of smoke and soot, a beast born from the factory’s hunger. Its eyes were coals. Its breath was ash. Miles did not hesitate. He...

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