The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of old rust, a scent that Elias Ashworth had inhaled so deeply over the last three days that it now seemed to live in his own lungs. He counted the hours not by the clock, which had stopped years ago, but by the dripping of the condensation from the ceiling: one, two, three, four, a rhythm as steady and indifferent as a heartbeat. In...

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