The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain on Blackwood Ridge did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and crushed pine needles. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking into the black slurry, and he heard his name called from the ridge above, the voice distorted by the distance and the static of the storm. It was Colonel Vane, speaking through the crackling radio, his tone flat and...

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