The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hit the cobblestones with a rhythmic, hollow thud that seemed to echo inside my skull. I stood before the heavy oak door of Director Vane’s office, my hands trembling so violently I could barely grip the brass handle. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and wet stone, a smell that had clung to my skin for the past three days since my arrest. I was Elias Thorne, a...

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