The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain struck the windowpane of the study, a rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingernails on wood. Elias Thorne stood by the fire, his back to the room, staring at the reflection of his own face in the dark glass. He was forty-two, though the lines around his eyes suggested a man twice that age. In his hand, he turned a silver cufflink, the metal cold and heavy against his palm. It was the...

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