The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The spoon was silver, tarnished to the color of a bruised plum. Elias Thorne turned it over in his fingers, the metal cold against his skin, a small anchor in the drifting fog of the Federal Bureau of Sanitation. He was forty-two, though the lines around his eyes suggested a man who had seen the heat death of the universe. He wanted to leave. He wanted the quiet of a farmhouse, the silence of a...

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