The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The reel sat in my palm, cold and heavy, a circle of magnetic ribbon wound tight around a plastic core. It hummed against my skin, a low vibration that traveled up my wrist and settled in the hollow of my chest. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, with twelve years of service on the border and a heart that was failing faster than my pension could accrue. I wanted to retire. I wanted the...

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