The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The name Elias was called across the banquet hall not as a greeting, but as a summons to judgment, cutting through the humid air that smelled of roasted lamb, stale ale, and the underlying, metallic tang of fear that permeated the Guild of Alchemists’ annual feast. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, feeling the cool grain beneath his...

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