The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hit the glass of the archive room with a soft, persistent rhythm, like fingers tapping against a table in impatience. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak desk, the leather creaking under his weight. He was a man of fifty, with hands that trembled slightly when they were still. His job was to catalog the letters of the late Lord Ashworth, a figure whose name hung in the air like dust....

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