The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The hammer did not fall. Elias Thorne held the heavy steel head suspended in the air, its weight pulling at the tendons of his wrist, a silent threat against the roaring tide of the town square. Below him, the mob surged, a wall of wool and fury, their faces twisted in a hatred that felt less like anger and more like a fever. Elias was forty-two, a man whose hands were mapped with the silver...

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