The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The snow fell in thick, heavy curtains, erasing the horizon line of the northern ridge. Elias Thorne stood in the whiteout, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that misted and vanished before it could form a shape. His left hand trembled violently, a rhythmic spasm that defied the cold, clutching the fractured obsidian blade. The artifact was warm, unnaturally so, pulsing with a low hum...

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