The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron nail lay in the palm of Elias Thorne, cold and rough against the calluses that had mapped his hand since boyhood. He held it there, turning it over, feeling the grain of the steel, before he looked up to the window where the London fog pressed its grey face against the glass. It was 1890, and the air in the workshop smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a smell that had clung to his...

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