The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The coffee in the cup was cold, a brown film stretched across the surface like a dried wound. "You’re late, Elias. Again. The boundary markers for the North District are due Friday, not next month." Elias set his mug down on the desk. The wood was scratched, the varnish worn away in places to reveal the pale grain beneath. He looked at Director Halloway, who sat behind the cluttered fortress of...

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