The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The brass mainspring lay cold in my palm, coiled tight like a sleeping serpent. I held it up to the gaslight, turning it slowly, feeling the tension hum against my thumb. It was a beautiful thing, precise and deadly, and it was the only thing I had left of the old world before the sickness took Arthur. Outside the workshop window, the London fog pressed against the glass, thick and gray,...

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