The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the city into a slick mirror of their own decay, and in the cramped, fourth-floor apartment that smelled of stale tobacco and old wool, Elias Thorne sat before a small table, his hands wrapped around a rusted ceremonial saber with the intensity of a man holding back a flood. He was forty-five years...

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