The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone, and Elara stood in the alley behind the apothecary, her fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a dagger that was not quite metal, not quite bone, but something that hummed against her palm like a trapped wasp. She was thirty-two, though the lines around her eyes made her look older,...

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