The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The steam valve in the center of the Arkham Textile Mill did not just hiss; it sang, a low, mournful drone that vibrated through the soot-caked floorboards and into the marrow of every worker’s bones. Elara Vane felt this hum as a physical weight, a cold hand pressing against her sternum, a sensation that had grown heavier with each passing shift since she had begun working the night line three...

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