The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The radio counted the seconds. One, two, three. Static. Four, five, six. Static. Elias Thorne watched the numbers climb on the digital clock, a red eye blinking in the dark of the observation post. He needed twenty more years of service to secure the pension, a sum that would cover the dialysis, the apartment, the silence. He had seven years left. The wind outside was not wind. It was a Blade,...

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