The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The black rot did not smell of death; it smelled of wet earth and old pennies. Elias Thorne, twelve years old and thin as a rail, watched the spores creep across his father’s collarbone. They moved with a slow, deliberate hunger, blackening the skin until it looked like bruised velvet. Thomas Thorne, the foreman of the Oakhaven foundry, coughed a wet rattle that shook his entire frame. He did...

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