The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mortar and pestle were ceramic, chipped at the rim, and they sat on the steel table in the basement of St. Jude’s Hospital, humming with a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in the roots of his teeth. He was forty years old, a clinical pharmacist with a steady hand and a steady pulse, but tonight the pulse was erratic, matching the low, thrumming vibration that rose whenever he looked into...

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