The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream was always the same: a silver line cutting through grey mist, slicing not flesh, but the air itself. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the sweat cooling on his chest in the thin air of the outpost. He rubbed his eyes, expecting the usual dull ache, but felt instead a sharp, hot sting in his right palm. He turned his hand over under the pale light of the desk lamp. There, across the meat...

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