The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the cave, sharp and cold. Elias looked up from the core sample. His hands were stained red. Not with rust. Not with iron oxide. The stone bled. It always bled. He wiped his fingers on his trousers, leaving a smear of wet crimson against the grey wool. The pickaxe lay beside him, its head chipped, its handle slick with sweat and something else. Something...

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