The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Ashworth City did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the soot that coated the cobblestones into a black mirror that reflected the gaslight in distorted, trembling shards. I sat in my workshop, the silence of the room pressing against my eardrums like a physical weight, while the clock on the wall ticked with a rhythm that felt less like time passing and...

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