The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky, a gray, endless deluge that turned the cobblestones of Whitmore’s Old Quarter into a slick, black mirror. It was a night when the city seemed to hold its breath, the gaslights sputtering and dying in the wet air, leaving only the faint, blue glow of the moon to pierce the mist. Margaret Holloway stood on the balcony of the apartment...

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