The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The glass vial in your hand is cold, colder than the archive room, colder than the dead air that hangs in the stacks. It is a slender, cylindrical thing, cracked down the center, and inside, a viscous liquid glows with a faint, sickly amber pulse. You set it on the desk, the sound a sharp tick against the wood, and look up at the ceiling where the fluorescent lights hum their low, constant...

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