The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The champagne flute slipped from Elias Thorne’s fingers, shattering against the marble floor with a sound like a bone breaking. He did not flinch. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall, the air thick with the cloying scent of lilies and expensive perfume, and watched the liquid pool into the dark grout. Forty-two years old, a scholar of medieval economics, and in that second, he felt the...

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