The Distant Blade
Thorne, come here. The voice of Councilman Halloway cut through the damp air of the mill’s basement, sharp as a knife drawn across a blade, and I turned from the water-stained ledger I had been studying to find him standing at the top of the stairs, his face a mask of polite, terrifying indifference. I am Elias Thorne, the town’s self-appointed historian, a man who has spent the better part of...
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