The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream always began with the sound of wet stone expanding, a rhythmic, wet inhalation that seemed to come from the very bedrock of Oakhaven. Elara Vane woke with her hand pressed against the cold plaster of her bedroom wall, her breath hitching in a panic that had no visible source, only the lingering scent of ozone and damp earth that clung to the air like a ghost. She was thirty-four, an...

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