The Distant Blade
The truck was already cold when you opened the door, the metal biting through your gloves with a sharp, metallic taste that lingered on the tongue. "You have the right to remain silent," you recited, the words flat and dry in the freezing air, your breath a small, white ghost that vanished before it could form a shape. The man inside, Kael, did not speak. He sat with his hands on the steering...
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