The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The nib of the quill tears through the vellum with a sound like a dry twig snapping under a boot, and the ink, black and viscous as tar, pools in the jagged wound of the paper. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your fingers are stained so deeply with the pigment that the lines of your knuckles have vanished, leaving only a smooth, dark topography of skin and sludge. You want to finish this...

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