The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The soot of London settled in the creases of Elias Thorne’s face like a second skin, a grey dust that no amount of scrubbing could fully dislodge. He sat in the single chair of his cramped flat, the one that creaked under his weight, staring at the mirror above the washstand. In the glass, the reflection was not his own; it was a rusted, spectral sword, the Distant Blade, hovering in the air...

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