The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Thorne, you are bleeding on my floor. Master Halloway’s voice cut through the grey haze of the workshop, sharp as a chisel striking flint. Elias Thorne looked down. The white marble dust, usually a fine, cool powder, was matted with a dark, rust-colored smear. He was thirty-two, a man built for the hammer and the chisel, yet his hands trembled with a fever that felt less like sickness and more...

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