The Distant Blade
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the sky outside the university’s east wing. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching Dr. Aris load the last of his belongings into a taxi. Aris was moving to the coast, a retirement of sorts, though he had never truly retired from the life...
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