The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The invoice was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the kind that smelled of stale lavender and bureaucratic finality. Elias Thorne held it by the corner, his thumb pressing a fresh burn into the paper, and watched Lord Blackwood sign the document without lifting his eyes from the fire. The room was thick with the scent of coal smoke and the metallic tang of the fog pressing against the tall...

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