The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Thorne. Miller’s voice cut through the static of the precinct, low and gravelly, pulling Elias from the haze of the break room. It was a summons, not a greeting. Elias looked up from his coffee, the ceramic rim trembling in his grip, a small vibration that traveled up the handle and into his wrist. He was fifty-two, and the body had begun to negotiate its terms of surrender. The hands were the...

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