The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The silver blade did not cut the flesh; it cut the air, a thin, bright line that hummed with the frequency of a mainspring under tension. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ozone on his tongue, sharp and metallic, filling the small workshop where the smell of machine oil usually dominated. He sat up, his joints popping in the cold November air, and saw Silas standing by the workbench, staring...

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