The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The chisel slipped, and Elias felt the familiar, dull throb of his left temple before he heard the sharp crack of stone. He did not look up from the page. The ink was still wet, the smell of iron gall and old dust filling the cramped library room where he had barricaded the door with a heavy oak chair. Outside, the wind was stripping the last brown leaves from the elms, a dry, rattling sound...

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