The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the harbor front into slick, dark mirrors of the sky. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair of his study, the silence of the house pressing against his eardrums with a weight that felt physical, a pressure he had not felt since the operating theaters of London had closed...

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