The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog in Oakhaven did not clear; it settled. It pressed against the stone walls of the city like a damp cloth against a fevered brow, thick and smelling of wet wool and old iron. Elias walked through it, his boots striking the cobblestones with a rhythm that had slowed over the last decade. He was fifty years old, a bone-reader, a man who could look into the hollow architecture of a human...

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