The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had stopped, but the cobblestones of the Old Quarter still wept. Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and counting the days until his heart gave out, pressed his back against the cold brick of the city wall. He was a watchman, a man of duty, but tonight he was a thief. In his pocket, the Iron Key burned against his thigh. It was not hot, exactly, but it possessed a density that defied...

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