The Distant Blade
October 14, 2024 You can’t trust the steel, Elias. Not anymore. The air in the conference room was stale, recycled through HVAC units that hummed with a low, sickly frequency. I adjusted my tie, the silk cold against my neck, and looked at the man across the table. Elias Thorne did not look up from the blueprint spread before him. His fingers, stained with ink and old grease, traced the...
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