The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The break room smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy, suffocating scent that Elias tried to ignore by focusing on the roughness of the biscuit in his hand. It was a dry, hard thing, a ration of sustenance that crumbled against his teeth but did little to fill the hollow ache in his stomach. He sat alone in the corner, twelve years old and sharp-angled, watching the soot settle on the...

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