The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Oakhaven had a specific weight, a cold, persistent damp that seeped into the marrow and refused to leave. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and stiff with the kind of fatigue that sleep could not fix, stood in the center of the workshop. He was packing. The canvas bags were half-full, the leather straps already frayed from years of use. He lifted the heavy iron anvil, the one his...

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