The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cold had settled into Elias Thorne’s neck not as a draft, but as a weight, a precise and unyielding pressure that sat exactly where the vertebrae met the spine, a sensation so consistent that he had begun to adjust his posture to accommodate it, tilting his head slightly forward as if to offer the invisible point of contact. At forty-five, he was a man who lived by the logic of ledgers and...

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