The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Who knows the weight of a blade until the hand that holds it breaks? Lucia Ferraro stood at the window of the pawnshop, watching the fog press against the glass. The air inside smelled of old paper and rust. She was thirty-two, a border patrol officer in Vellum, a town built on the bones of the old mills. Her pension depended on the next arrest. Silas, the local lord, was the target. He ran a...

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