The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Thorne, you are late. The voice of Lieutenant Mara cut through the damp air of the patrol station, sharp and final. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his pack, the leather creaking against the damp wool of his tunic. He was thirty years old, though the lines around his eyes suggested a man who had seen forty winters. Today was his last patrol before retirement, a fact that should have brought...

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