The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cardigan was wet at the elbows. Elara pulled the wool tighter against her chest, the dampness seeping through the cotton shirt beneath. It was a gift from her mother, a garment that had outlived its owner by a decade, and the municipal records office smelled of mildew and old paper. She sat at her desk, the fluorescent lights humming a low, irritating note above her head. Mr. Halloway stood...

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