The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The platform at Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and diesel, a thick, cloying scent that sat in the back of your throat before your eyes could adjust to the grey morning. You stood there, counting the seconds between the shuddering stops of the locomotive, measuring the distance between the yellow safety line and the open door where Dr. Aris stood. He was holding a small, brown suitcase, its...

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