The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the soot that clung to the eaves of the town hall. Elias Thorne sat in the window of his shop, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the gloom, and watched the hands of the great tower clock move backward, a slow, agonizing retreat...

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